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STUDIES 

VICTORIA 
UNIVERSITY 

T O R O N T O 



LYRICS 
FROM TIIE SONG-BOOKS OF TIIE 
ELIZABETIIAN AGE. 



NOTE.--Two hun, tred and flfly co2ies of 
this hrrKe l,cr edition irinted, each of z,hicA 
is numbcred. 



LYRICS 

FROM THE SONG-BOOKS OF THE 

ELIZABETHAN AGE: 

EDITED BY 
A. H. BULLEN. 

LONDON : 
JOHN C. NIMMO, 
14, KING. WILLIAM. STREET» STRAND, W.C. 
887. 



PREFACE. 

HE present Anthology is intended to setn.e 
as a companion volume to the Poetical 
Miscellanies published in England at the close 
of the sixteenth and the beginning of the seven- 
teenth centuries. A few of the lyrics here col- 
lected are, itis true, included in "England's 
Helicon," Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," and 
"The Phoenix' Nest" ; and some are to be found 
in the modern collections of Oliphant, Collier, 
Rimbault, Mr. XV. J. Limon, Canon Hannah, and 
Professor Arber. But man}' of the poems in th¢ 
present volume are, I bave every reason to 
believe, unknown even to those who have ruade 
a special study of Elizabethan poetry. I bave 
gone carefully through all the old song-books 
preserved in the library of the British Museum, 
and I have given extracts from two books of 
which there is no copy in our national library. 
A first attempt of this kind must necessarily be 
imperfect. Were ! to go over the ground again 
I should enlarge the collection, and I should 
hope to gain tidings of some song-books (men- 



ri PREFACE. 
tioned by bibliographers) which I have hitherto 
been unable to trace. 
In Elizabeth's days composers were hot con- 
tent to regard the words of a song as a mere peg 
on which to hang the music, but sought the ser- 
vices oftrue-born lyrists. It is hot too much to 
say that, for delicate perfection of form, some of 
the Elizabethan songs can compare with the 
choicest epigrams in the Greek Anthology. At 
least one composer, Thomas Campion, wrote 
both the words and the music of his songs ; and 
there are no sweeter lyrics in English poetry 
than are to be round in Campion's song-books. 
But it may be assumed that, as a rule, the 
composers are responsible only for the music. 
It was in the year of the Spanish Armada, 
1588 , that William Byrd published " Psalms, 
Sonnets, and Songs of Sadness and Piety," the 
first Elizabethan song-book of importance. Few 
biographical particulars concerning Byrd have 
come down. As he sas senior chorister of St. 
Paul's in 154, he is conjectured to bave been 
born about 538. From 563 to 569 he was 
organist of Lincoln Cathedral. He and Tallis 
were granted a patent, ,vhich must have proved 
fairly lucrative, for the printing of music and the 
vending of music-paper. In later life he appears 
to have become a convert to Romanism. His 
last work was published in 6! l, and he died at 



PREFACE. vï 

a ripe old age on the 24th of July, i623. The 
" Psalms, Sonnets, and Songs" are dedicated to 
Sir Christopher Hatton. In the dedicatory epistle 
he terms the collection "this first printed work 
of mine in English;" in I575 he had pub- 
lished with Tallis " Cantiones Sacræ." From 
the title one would gather that Byrd's first Eng- 
lish collection was mainly of a sacred character, 
but in an epistle to the reader he hastens to set 
us right on that point :--" Benign reader, here is 
offered unto thy courteous acceptance music of 
sundry sorts, and to content divers humours. 
If thou be disposed to pray, here are psalms ; if 
to be merry, here are sonnets." There is, indeed, 
fare for ail comers ; and a reader has only him- 
self to blame if he goes away dissatisfied. In 
those days, as in these, it was hOt uncommon for 
a vriter to attribute ail fauhs, 'hether of omis- 
sion or commission, to the luc-ldess printer. 
Byrd, on the other hand, solemnly warns us that 
"in the expression of these songs either by 
voices or instruments, if there be any jar or dis- 
sonance," we are not to blame the printer, who 
has been at the greatest pains to secure accuracy. 
Then the composer makes a modest appeal on 
behalf of himself, requesting those xvho find any 
fault in the composition "either with courtesy 
to let the saine be concealed," or "in friendly 
sort" point out the errors, which shall be cor- 



rected in a future impression. This is the proper 
anner of ealin Letween gentleen. is 
puLlication was "Songs of S atures,"  
which w eicated to Sr Henry Cey, who 
seems to ave Leen a» staunch a tron of yrd 
as his son, Sir Geoe Carey, was of Downd. 
In x6 apared yrd's last work, "Psalms, 
Songs, and Sonnets." The composer must have 
taken to heart the precepts set down by Sir 
Edward Dyer in "My mind to me a kingdom is," 
(printed in "Psalms, Sonnets, and Songs")for 
his dedicatow epistle and his address to the 
reader show him to have been a man who had 
laid up a large store of geniM wisdom, upon 
which he could dmw freely in the closing days 
of an honourable life. His earlier works had 
been well rcceived, and in addressing "all te 
lo'ers of music" he knev that he could rely 
upon their cordial spathy. " I am much en- 
couraged," he writes, "to commend to you these 
my last labours, for mine ullimum vale;" and 
then follows a piece of friendly counsel : "Only 
this I desire, that you will be as careful to hear 
them well expressed, as I bave been both in the 
composing and correcting of them. Othenvise 
the st song that ever was ruade will seem 
harsh and unpleasant ; for that the well express- 
ing of them either by voices or instments is 
the life of our labours, which is seldom or 



 EF CE. ix 

never well performed at the first singing or 
playing." 
lXlo musician of the Elizabethan age was more 
fanous than John Dowland, ,,vhose "heavenly 
touch upon the lute" was commended in a ,,velb 
known sonnet (long attributed to Shakespeare) 
by Richard Barnfield. Dowland was born at 
Westminster in I562. At the age of twenty, or 
thereabouts, he started on his travels ; and, after 
rambling through "the chiefest parts of France, 
a nation furnished with great variety of music," 
he bent his course "towards the famous province 
of Germany," svhere he found "both excellent 
masters and most honourable patrons of music." 
In the course of his travels he visited Venice, 
Padua, Genoa, Ferrara, and Florence, gaining 
applause everywhere by his musical skill. On 
his return to England he took his degree at Ox- 
ford, as Bachelor of Music, in I S88. In 1597 he 
published "The First Book of Songs or Airs of 
four parts, with Tableture for the Lute." Pre- 
fixed is a dedicatory epistle to Sir George Carey 
(second Lord Hunsdon), in which the composer 
alludes gracefully to the kindness he had received 
from Lad}, Elizabeth Carey, the patroness of 
Spenser. A "Second Book of Songs or Airs" 
was published in 6oo, when the composer was 
at the Danish Court, serving as lutenist to King 
Christian the Fourth. The work was dedicated 



x PI,EFA CE. 

to the famous Coun:ess of Bedford, whom Ben 
Jonson immonalized in a noble sonnet. From 
a curious address to the reader by George East- 
land, the publisher, it would appear that in spire 
of Dowland's high reputation the sale of his 
,'orks was hot very profitable. " If the con- 
sideration of mine own estate," writes Eastland, 
"or the true worth of money, had prevailed with 
me above the desire of pleasing you and showing 
my love to oey friends, these second labours of 
Master Dowland--whose very naine is a large 
preface of :ommendation to the book--had for 
ever lain hid in darkaess, or at the least frozen 
in a cold and foreign country." The expenses 
of publication were heav)', but he consoled him- 
self with the thought that his high-spirited enter- 
prise would be appreciated by a select audience. 
In 6o 3 appeared "The Third and Last Book of 
Songs or Airs;' and» in 62, when he was 
acting as lutenist to Lord Walden, Dowland 
issued his last work, "A Pilgrime's Solace. »He 
is supposed to have died about 65, leaving a 
son, Robert Dowland, t'ho gained some faine as 
a composer. lodern critics have judged that 
Dowland's music was somewhat overrated by 
his contemporaries, and that he is vanting in 
variety and originality. Whether these critics 
are right or wrong, it would be difficult to over- 
rate the poetry. In attempting to select repre- 



sentative lyrics one is embarrassed by the wea|th 
of material. The rich clusters of golden verse 
hang so temptingly that it is difficult to cease 
plucking when once we have begun. 
In his charming collection of" Rare Poems" 
Mr. Linton quotes freely from the song-books of 
Byrd and Dowland, but gives only one lyric of 
Dr. Thomas Campion. As Mr. Linton is an ex- 
cellent judge of poetry, I can only suppose that 
he had no wide acquaintance with Campion's wri- 
tings, when he put together his dainty Anthology. 
There is clear evidence a that Campion wrote hOt 
only the music but the words for his songs--that 
he was at once an eminent composer and a lyric 
poet of the first rank. He published a volume of 
Latin verse, which displays ease and fluency 
(though the prosody is occasionally erratic) ; as 
a masque-writer he was inferior only to Ben 
Jonson ; he was the author of treatises on the 
arts of music and poetry ; and he practised as a 
physician. It would be interestlng to ascertain 
i In his address To The Reader prefixed to th¢" Fourth 
Book of Airs" he writes :--" Some words are in these 
books which have been clothed in music by others, and 
I ara content they then served their turn : yet give me 
leave /o make use of mine ozvn." Again, in the address 
To/he l«ader prefixed to the " Third Book of Airs : "-- 
" In these English airs I have chiefly aimed to co,ttole my 
words and no/es loz,ingly together ; which *viii be much for 
Aire fo da/ha! hath hOt power oz,er both," 



some facts about the life of this highly-gifted 
man; but hitherto little information bas been 
collected. The Oxford historian, good old 
Anthony-à-Wood, went altogether wrong and 
confused our Thomas Campion with another 
person of the saine naine who took his degree in 
624--five years after the poet's death. It is pro- 
bable that out Thomas Campion was the seco»d 
son of Thomas Campion of Witham, Essex, 
and that he was distantly related to Edmund 
Campion the famous Jesuit. His first work was 
his "Epigrammatum Libri duo," published in 
x595,and republished ir 6 9. The first edition 
is exceedingly rare; there is no copy in-the 
British Museum. Francis Meres, in his very 
valuable (and very tedious) "Wit's Treasury," 
 598, mentions Campion among the "English 
men, being Latin poets," who had "attained good 
report and honorable ad'ancement in the Latin 
empire." In x6o Campion and Philip Rosseter 
published jointly" A Book of Airs." The music 
was partly written by Campion and partly by 
Rosseter ; but the whole of the poetry may be 
safely assigned to Campion. From a dedica- 
to D, epistle, by Rosseter, to Sir Thomas Monson, 
we learn that Campion's songs, "ruade at his 
vacant hours and privately imparted to his 
friends," had been passed from hand to hand 
and had suffered from the carelessness of suc- 



P EF4 CE. xi 

cessive transcribers. Some impudent persons, 
we are told, had "unrespectively challenged" 
(Le. claimed) the credit both of the music and 
the poetry. The address Ta tire leader, which 
follows the dedicatory epistle, is unsigned, but 
appears to bave been written by Campion. 
"What epigrams are in poetry," it begins, "the 
same are airs in music : then in their chief per- 
fection when they are short and well seasoned. 
But to clog a light song with a long preludium 
is to corrupt the nature of it. Many rests in 
music were invented either for necessity of th¢ 
fugue, or granted as an harmonical licence in 
songs of many parts ; but in airs I find no use 
they have, unless it be to make a vulgar and 
trivial modulation seem to the ignorant strange, 
and to the judicial tedious." It is among the 
curiosities of literature that this true poet, who 
had so exquisite a sense of form, and whose 
lyrics are frequently triumphs of metrical skill, 
should have published a work (entitled " Obser- 
vations in the Art of English Poesy ") to prove 
that the use of rhyme ought to be discontinued, 
and that English metres should be fashioned 
afier classical models. "Poesy," he writes, "in 
ail kind of speaking is the chier beginner and 
maintainer of eloquence, not only helping the 
ear with the acquaintance of sweet numbers, but 
also raising the mind to a more high and lofiy 



xii, Pç F.4 C. 
conceit. For this end have I studied to induce 
a true form of versifying into out language ; for 
the vulgar and artificial custom of rhyming hath, 
I know, deterr'd many excellent wits from the 
exercise of English poesy." The work was pub- 
lished in 16o2, the year after he had issued the 
first collection of his charming lyrics. I t was in 
answer to Campion that Samuel Daniel wrote 
his " Defence of Rhyme" 06o3), one of the 
ablest critical treatises in the English language. 
Daniel was puzzled, as well he rnight be, that an 
attack on rhyme should have been ruade by one 
"whose commendable rhyrnes, albeit now him- 
self an enemy to rhyme, have given heretofore 
to the world the best notice of his worth." It is 
pleasant to find Daniel testifying to the fact that 
Campion was "a man of fair parts and good 
reputation." Ben Jonson, as we are informed 
by Drummond of Hawthornden, wrote "a Dis- 
course of Poesy both against Campion and 
Daniel ;" but the discourse was never pub- 
lished. In his " Observations" Campion gives 
us a few specimen-poems written in the un- 
rhymed metres that he proposed to introduce. 
The following verses are the least objectionable 
that I can find :-- 
"Just begui|er. 
Kindest love yet only chaste.sl, 
Ro)al in thy smooth denials. 



l:rowning or demurely smiling. 
Still my pure delight. 
Let me view thee 
X¥ith thoughts and with eyes aiïected. 
And if then the flames do murmur. 
Quench them with thy virtue, charm them 
With thy tormy browso 
Heaven $o cheerful 
Iaugh» hot ever ; hoarï winter 
Knows his seaon, even the freshest 
Summer morn» from angry thunder 
Jet hot till secure." 
There is artful ease and the touch of a poet's 
hand in those verses ; but the Muses shield us 
from such innovations ! Campion's second col- 
lection, « Two Books of Airs" is undated ; but, 
from an allusion to the death of Prince Henry, 
we may conclude that it was published about 
the year t6t 3. The first book consists of 
" Divine and Moral Songs" and the second of 
"light conceits of loyers." In dealing with 
sacred themes, particularly when they venture 
on paraphrases of the Psalms, dur poets seldom 
do themselves ustice ; but I claim for Campion 
that he is neither stiff nor awkward. Henry 
Vaughan is the one English poet whose devo- 
tional fervour found the highest lyrical expres- 
sion ;. and Campion's impassioned poem 
"Awake, awake, thou heavy sprite!" (p. 6) 
is hot unworthy of the great Silurist. &mong 



the sacred verses are some lines {"Jack and 
Joan they think no iii," p. 6I) in praise of a 
contented countryman and his good wife. A 
sweeter example of an old pastoral lyric coukl 
nowhere be found, not even in the pages of 
Nicholas Breton. The "Third and Fourth 
Books of Airs" are also undated, but they were 
probably published in I613. In this collection, 
where ail is good, my favourite is "Now winter 
nights enlarge » (p. 90). Others may prefer the 
melodious serenade, worthy even of Shelley, 
"Shall I corne, sweet love, to thee" (p. 1oo). 
But there is one poem of Campion (printed in 
the collection of 6o) which, for strange rich- 
ness ofromantic beauty, could hardly be matched 
outside the so«nets of Shakespeare:-- 
"When thou must home to shades of underground. 
And there arrived, a new admird guest. 
The beauteous spirits do engirt thee romd, 
"Vhit'e Iope, hlithe Helen. and the rest, 
To hear the stories of thy finish'd love 
From that smooth tongue whose music hell can more : 
Then wih thou speak of banqueting delights. 
Of masques and revels xhich sweet youth did make. 
Of tourneys and great challenges of knights. 
And a11 these triumphs for thy beauty sake : 
XVhen thou hazt told these honours done to thee. 
Then tell. O tell. how thou didst murder me !" 
The mention of "White lope" was suggested 
by a passage of Propertius :-- 



PREFCE. xv,i 
"Sunt pud infcrnos rot millia formosarum ; 
Pulchra sit. in superis, si licet, una locis. 
Vobiscum' et loe, vobiscum candid Tyro," &c. 
Campion was steeped in classical feeling : his 
rendering of Catullus' "Vivamus, mea Lesbia, 
arque amemus" (p. 80) is, so far as it goes, 
delightful. It is rime that Campion should 
again take his rightfLtl place among the lyric 
poets of England. In his own day his faine 
stood high. Camden did hot hesitate to couple 
his naine with the names of Spenser and Sidney ; 
but modern critics bave persistently neglected 
him. The present anthology contains a large 
number of his best poems ; and I venture to 
hope that my attempt to recalI attention to the 
claires of this true poet will hot be fruitless. 
There is much excellent verse hidden away 
in the Song-books of Robert Jones, a famous 
performer on the lute. 13etween i6oi and I6i i 
Jones issued six musical works. Two of these-- 
"The First Set of Madrigals," 6o7, and "The 
1V[uses' Gaxden for Delight;' 6,--I bave 
unfortLtnately not been able to see, as I bave 
hot yet succeeded in discovering their present 
resting-place. Of" Ultimum Vale, or the Third 
13ook of Airs " [6o8], only one copy is known. 
It formerly belonged to Rimbault, and is now 
i Some editions read "Vobiscm Antiope. v 
b 



ariii P& EFtl CE 
preserved in the library of the Royal College of 
Music. The other publications of Jones are of 
the highest rarity. By turns the songs are 
grave and gay. On one page is the warning fo 
Love -- 
«. Little boy. pretty knave, hence. I beseech you ! 
For if you hit me, knave, in faith l'll. hroech you," (p. 72. | 
On another we read "Love winged my hopes 
and taught me how to fly," (p. 73) ; but the vain 
hopes, seeking to woo the sun's fair light, were 
scorched with tire and drown'd in woe, 
" And none but Love their woeful hap did rue. 
For Love did know that their desires were true ; 
Though Fate frosvnd. 
And now drownL=,d 
They in sorrow dweH. 
It was the purest light of heaven for whose fair love they 
felL'" 
The last line is superb. 
I have drawn freely from the madrigals of 
Weelkes, Morley Fariner, Wilbye and others. 
Thomas Ford's "Music of Sundry Kinds, » 6o7, 
has yielded some very choice verse ; and Francis 
Pilkington's collections have hot been consulted 
in vain. FromJohn Attye's" First Book of Airs," 
 622, I bave selected one song, (p. 94), only one,-- 
warm and tender and delicious. Some pleasant 
verses have been drawn from the rare song-books 
of WiIliam Corkine ; and Thomas Vautor's" Songs 



of Divers Airs and Natures," 6t9, have supplied 
some quaint snatches, notably the address to 
the owl, (p. 6) "Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly 
dight." I bave purposely refrained from giving 
many humorous ditties. Had I been otherwise 
minded there was plenty of material to my hand 
in the rollicking rounds and catches of Ravens- 
croft's admirable collections. 
As I bave no technical knowledge of the sub- 
ject, it would be impertinent for me to attempt 
to estimate the merits of the music contained in 
these old song-books ; but I venture with all 
confidence to commend the poetry to the reader's 
attention. There is one poem which I have de- 
liberately kept back. It occurs in "The First 
Part of Airs, French, Polish, and others together, 
some in tableture and some in prick-song," t6o 5. 
The composer ,.vas a certain Captain Tobias 
Hume, but who the author of the poem was I 
know hOt. Here is the first stanza :-- 
"Fain would I change that noie 
To which fond love bath charm'd me. 
Long long to sing by rote. 
Faxcying that that harm'd me : 
Let when this thought doth corne. 
' Love is the perfect sure 
Of ail delight." 
P.have no other choice 
Eiiher for pen or voice 
To sing or write." 



The other stanza shall occupy the place of 
honour in the front of my Anthology ; for among 
ail the Elizabethan song-books I have found no 
lines of more faultless beauty, of happier cadence 
or sweeter simplicity, no lines that more justly 
deserve to be trcasured in tbe memory vhile 
memorv lasts. 



O LOVE» THEY WRONG THEE MVCH 
THAT SAY THY SWEET IS BITTER 
WHEN THY RICH FRVIT IS SVCH 
AS NOTHING CAN BE SWEETER. 
FAIR HOVSE OF JOY AND BLISS 
WHERE TRVEST PLEASVRE 
I DO ADORE THEE 
I KNOV THEE WHAT THOV ART 
I SERVE THEE WITH MY HEART» 
AND FALL BEFORE THEE. 
CAPTAIN HUME'S 'irsg 13at'g  
Airs, 16o 5 . 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 

A LITTLE prctty anuy 1a$$ a wkln(at¢r).  
A spa-k  did M in wiedjail (ltes) .  
Adieu I :w«et Allit (;gilbyt) ......... 5 
 ffs¢, y tlwugMs, a unt you with tke sun (]cs) . 5 
B¢ld a r re (lohn Dla) ....... 8 
y a#untaln m I lay { ]eAu Dla ) ..... 9 
Cat  1¢ a l alone (elima#a) ......  x 
Cold l'in#e ice ied a  ( leelke) ..... x 3 
Corne any  corne, e¢t Le  ¢ John Dlan . . . x4 
me, 0 corne, my l' ¢ligt (Camail) ...... x 
Comc, Pylli«, corne into tloee ber (Fwd) ..... x 
Corne, erd sai, that ant o ar me «in(l'ilye) x6 
Corne, ou ctty fale-eyed oanton (mion) ....  7 
Could my a me ton*es emloy (Camion) ....  
Cd ithve I *a fair Amalli* (Byrd). . . 9 
Dar, y aunt out halldd gr«en (Raz'encourt) . . . *ç 



.xiv INDEX OFFII$T LIE$. 
,M) ................ ao 
Fall, fae e. tac   lies (yrd) ..... 4 
) ............... 6 
Fi tt tnmt fla  wit a#t fuel fed (Con) . .  
Fla avt me frest fl (iïl@e) ....... a7 
F Citr t arlt oy i* fled (ByM) ..... 3o 
Gi¢e Eeauty ail r ght (Cam) ........ 32 



l itave auae and lavWl in l(et (MalÆgmata) ..... 4t 
.llyamtman{alaynard) .......... 4S 
1 *aw nt Ld wt¢ {John D) ....... 46 
1 *«etime «y tgkt* afay'*kure{ iïye) 46 
I a, ill  mt ne fo te {JIorley) ........ 48 
If fat kw but  to leat {]o») ....... 8 
If tu lg't so mth fo kam, et oy at "t fo 
In O*tal ters a turr¢t* cly set (Bd) • . : . 53 
In darkm*s let me dwell, t «nd sitôt s be 
In f  nth OEMay {Este) ......... 57 
ltant Laura make*  atk te ae (Grea¢*) • .  
15 Le a boy»at am  g fo st {Byrd} . . 59 
It  tk fK in t&ll (M«lta} .......  

&ïn in nkindness, wtten will you relent {Cans'o atd 

Lady, tkt hird* gkt fairly (14*eelke) ....... 64 
Lady, tit mdting cry$tal of you" tye (Geat,e$) .... 6 
Lg7, akot 1 ktId tk roses srouting(ït) . . . 65 
Let hot Ck&ri* tidnk, ëecat {Danyel) .......  
Let u* in a l,e" rou {Mon and EarMen] .... 67 



II¢DEX OF FIt$T LIIE$. 

Like t'ao prm«d armie arcAi in  ield ( l'edkt) . 
Loi toE sp tt sdmfs (l¢es) .... 68 
Lo K /rave I lid in C (a2nard) ....... 
Lm,« ia a b {foes) ............. 7o 
L*   a (fo,s) ............ 7 2 
'" Mai are :imk,"   :ay (Cauion) .... 74 
y vt ,  ith a : { Js) ........ 77 
My ,eeteat Leabla, kt  lire a,d le (Caupkn) . . . 
 t d e, Y a He teLL (]one) ..... 89 
0 sa, d¢ar l,  s/ml/t« - «s ( Il  ) 9  
0 :t,:y, m,eet e ; e i«re t& pt spwti(Farner) 
0 eet, a, *vlmt says (orky) ........ 



Pierre did lo« fair Ptronel (Far) ....... 96 
Pour fortA, mine e.,es, t/ge fountaitu of $our tars (Pilk. 
"" ingon ) ................ 

loin  a love.y lad (Maoa atd Earad¢t) ..... 97 
Ro1,l-a rou,l-a, kee, O yor ri (Yavocroft). , . • 08 

Sec, gee, »aine own -iveet jto¢l (llorlty) ...... 
Sll afin  any eye ( Ckit) ....... 99 
a I id« tM j«:tng (li«) ......... 99 
'l [ corne, eet Le, to te (Cantn) ..... 
Sll l look to ee y ef (f ot) ....... 
Sinttn t tt Sit u fair (Fa) ...... 1o5 
Sa»rg tan flatter, o»te can fii (Cel ..... 
S¢t, con n (Ci atM Rosset¢r) ..... xxo 
Suet Cu/id, ¢n  sire (Cine) ...... 
Sottt Lt, g t ilt gain a h g ( IVil) 
'«o¢et, ata a' ; h ill y rlse ( fo DIi) . x 5 



xviii INI)EX OF FIKçT LIJVES 

T fly  *at in :mk. {ttromtlia) .... 
Tloe G vt &ard  v: { Htlkt:) ...... 9 
T rk, lint a nightiale te Mg so»w sa a 
( Pamt«ia ) .............. 
(Carlto) ............... 
T itt Irtt Z' tS, tt nl tr gMl (Jn 
T nmtcA tt's e for jt a te rtsects (Eyrd) t2 3 
T& Nigiale sa t  'l et (Bat¢$) . . t24 
  a garn dn  fe ( Cam#d«) ...... 
T a d y, t saf st ( itïe) .... " . t3x 
Ti a t filr, foe all t rtd and i (Ca»nion 
T yr strangottss fts y a (ls) • • t34 
T I reao¢ a Tinw t taug e $o (Cam} . 136 
tCa,n#,O ............... 
To kd myfail, adtre #itk tk no rard (Rol, trl 



INDE ç OF FIRST LINES xxix 

V#o tte te,,«le of tiy ba:,ty (Fard) ....... 14t 
Uon a/dll ti:e bonny boy ( ié¢lke$) ........ t42 
ran a summc$ day tv¢ oCttt fO 8*viro (2yrd) • • 143 

Vain racn ! *dtox follia make a d le (Carnation) . 3 
e e soldkn riche (Deutmdla) ....... 
/IVe be tl:me oor »nan {Deut:elia} ..... 
#Vt mua not art  oters  EKerton £ ot3) . . I46 
le sioeherds ring, e ie, we y (Iédkes) .... 
lVed fo ill is witless (Byrd} ....... 47 
I¢¢  n«or¢, ti so b (Tomkbu) ...... 
iVt¢ you » ntoe s founta  (JoAn Dlan . . . 
iVeom¢, swe¢t kure ( eels) ........ 
il'lt la Id I to may a sr (Pammdia) . . . 
lXat teet all tlds travadl a tur#toildn ( il ïle) . 53 
IVat o tronomers an ty (loin .lwM) . . x55 
li7:en Fa#i te leant t;dis ieti: (Carlt) . 
IViwn tiwu must ame fo situa :otderground(Çamon 
ll'iot ytlings flrst o# Cnid flx t¢ir dKt (Byr . 
ll'Iwre d*all a som Fiat eno#g be aougt(Peers) . 
Il:etl: »n da lauA  «« (Cam?io« and Reuct,'r). 
I 7dlt yedAfd »art arc ltinK ( 'd*a) ..... 



xxx 



LYRICS FROM ELIZABETHAN 
SONG-BOOKS. 

Le w¢ll-tuned werd$ ama,e 
I' Aarmony divine. 
CAMPION. 



LYRICS FROM 
ELIZABETHAN SONG-BOOKS. 

From F^RMm'S First Set of 

A LITTLE pretty bonny lass was walking 
In midst of May before the sun gan rise ; 
I took her by the hand and fell to talking 
Of this anti that as best I cotùd devise : 
I swore I would--yet still she said I should hot ; 
Do what I would, and yet for all I could hot. 

From Jon DowL^D's çecod 
Bool¢ of SouK« oe Aire, 6oo. 

A SHEPHERD in a shade his plaining ruade 
Of love and lover's wrong 
Unto the fairest lass that trod on grass, 
And thus began his song : 
"Since Love and Fortune will, I honour sdl! 
Vour fait and Iovely eye : 



 LYRICç FROM 

What conquest will it be, sweet Nymph, for thee 
If I for sorro,v die ? 
Restore, restore my heart again 
XVhich love b)' th)' sweet looks bath slain, 
Lest that, enforced b)' your disdain, 
I sitg ' Fie on love ! it is a foolish thing." 

"My heart where have ),ou laid ? O crud maid, 
To kill when }'ou might save ! 
Why bave )'e cast it forth as nothing worth, 
Without a tomb or grave ? 
O let it be entombed and fie 
In your sweet mind and memor,, 
Lest I resound on every warbling string 
' Fie, fie on love ! that is a foolish thing.' 
Restore, restore my heart again 
Which love by th)' sweet Iooks bath slain, 
Lest that, enforced by your disdain, 
I sing  Fie on love ! it is a foolish thmg.'" 

From THOmAS WtLtRS' alad- 
• qgala of Six Parts, t6oo. 

A SPARROW-HAWK proud did hold in wicked 
jail 
Music's sweet chorister, the nightingale, 
To whom with sighs she said : "O set me free ! 
And in my song Fil praise no bird but thee." 
The hawk replied, " t will hot lose my diet 
Fo let a thouand such enjoy their quiet." 



E L IZ I B E Ttt ,4 N .£ O NC, BOO K$ .  

From ROERT Jogs" Firsl Bock 
of ir, 6o. 

A WOMAN'S looks 
Are barbèd hooks, 
That catch by art 
The strongest heart 
Whcn yet they spend no breath ; 
But let them speak, 
And sighing break 
Forth into tears, 
Their words are spears 
That wound out souls to death. 

The rarest wit 
Is marie forger, 
And like a child 
Is off beguiled 
With love's sweet-seeming bait ; 
Love with his rod 
So like a God 
Commands the mind ; 
We cannot find, 
Fait shows hide foul deceit. 

Time, that ail things 
In order brings, 
Hath taught me how 
To be more slow 
In giving faith to speech. 



And when they kiss 
They think by this 
Us men to over-reach. 

From Tnou^s MosLv's Firs 
595. 

BOUT the maypole new, with glee and merriment, 
Wlfile as the bagpipe tooted it, 
Thyrsis and Chloris fine together footed it : 
And to the joyous instrument 
Still they went to and fro, and finely flaunted it, 
And then both met agaia and thus theychaunted it. 
Fa la. ! 

The shepherds and the nymphs them round enclosèd 
had, 
Wond'ring with what facility, 
About they turn'd them in such strange agility ; 
And still when they unloosèd had, 
With words full ofdelight they gently kissed them, 
And thus sweetly to sing they never missed them. 
Fa l:t ! 



EL IZ.I I3 THM 2V SOVG- BOO ES. S 

From Jo  WLVE'S Fir:t Set o 
-Klilt 2t[adrial, t598, 

DIEU, sweet Amaryllis ! 
Fo since to part you will 
O heavy, heavy tiding ! 
Here is for me no biding. 
Yet once again, ere that I part with you, 
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis ; sweet, adieu ! 

From "I'totd^s IIOSLEV'S First 
Book of Iadrigal, t594. 

PRIL is in my mistress' face, 
And July in ber eyes bath place ; 
Within ber bosom is September, 
But in ber heart a cold December. 

From ROBERT Jots" S«cw«d £ook 
o So,ts and d in, 60L 

RISE, my thoughts, and mount you with the sun, 
Call ail the winds to make ),ou speedy wings, 
And to my fairest Maya sec you run 
And weep )'our last while wantonly she sings ; 
Then if you cannot more ber heart to pity, 
Let Oh, alas, al, »te be ail ),out ditty. 



L l.'RIe FROM 

Arise, my thoughts, no more, if you return 
Denied of grace which only you desire, 
But let the sun your wings to ashes burn 
And melt your passions in his quenchless tire ; 
Yet, if you more fair Maya's heart to pity, 
Let smiles and love and kisses be your ditty. 

Arise, my thoughts, beyond the highest star 
And gently rest you in fair Maya's eye, 
For that is fairer than the brightest are ; 
But, if she frown to see you climb so high, 
Couch in ber lap, and with a moving ditty, 
Of smiles and love and kisses, beg for pity. 

Front THOMAS CAMtoON'S /'vo 
Boa "]r OE4ir$ (circ. 1613). 

AWAKE, awake, ! thou heavy spfite 
That sleep st the deadly sleep of sin ! 
Rise now and walk the ways of light, 
'Tis hot toc late yet to begin. 
Seek heaven early, seek it late ; 
True Faith finds still an open gare. 

Get up, get up, thou leaden man ! 
Thy track, to endless joy or pain, 
¥ields but the model of a span : 
Yet bm-ns out thy life's lamp in vain : 
One minute bounds thy bmLe or bliss ; 
Then watch and labour while time is. 



LZBTHN SONG.BOONS. 7 

From HENR ¥OULL'S 
0 Aree ?.oce, 

WAKE, swcet Love ! 'ris rime to rise : 
Phoebus is tison in the east, 
Sprcading his bcams on those faii eyes 
Which are enclosed with INaturc's test. 
Awake, awake from heavy sleep 
Which ail thy thoughts in silence keep ! 

From JoHN WILBVI-'S FirstSet ] 
Englis lIadrlgals, x598. 
Y me1 can every rumour 
Thus start my lady's humour ? 
1Naine ye some galante to ber, 
Why straight forsooth I woo her. 
Then burst[s] she forth in passion 
*' You men love btit for fashion " 
Yet sure I ara that no man 
Ever so lovd woman. 
Then alas, Love, be wary, 
For women be contrary. 



8 L YiIc' FRO,Il 

From TroIAs B^TsoI'S /,ïrst 
Set of E,glish 3[adefgal, 
x6o4. 

¥ me, my mistress scorns my love ; 
I fear she will most cruel prove. 
I weep, I sigh, I grieve, I groan ; 
Ver she regardeth not my moan. 
Then, Love, adieu ! it fits hot me 
To weep for her that laughs at thee. 

From Jonn Dowc^nD's Third 
a,l La.t o o. So,s or 
Airs, 6o 3. 

EHOLD a xvonder here ! 
Love hath receiv'd his sight ! 
Which many hundred year 
IIath hot beheld the light. 
Such beams infusèd be 
By Cynthia in his eyes, 
As first have ruade him see 
And then have ruade him wise. 
Love now no more will weep 
For them that laugh the while ! 
Nor wake for them that sleep, 
Nor .,igh for them that stalle ! 



EZ IZB. TIf AN 

So powerful is the Beauty 
That Love doth now behold, 
As Love is turned to Duty 
That's neither blind nor bold. 

Thus Beauty shows her might 
To be of double kind ; 
In giving Love his sight 
And striking Folly blind. 

From the Second Book of lu*ia 
Trasali,«a, SçT- 
ROW is my Love, but graceful : 
And each renown:d whiteness 
liatch'd with thy lovely brown loseth its brightness. 
Fair is my Love, but scornful : 
Yet have I seen despisèd 
Dainty white lilies, and sad flowers well prizd. 

From JoHN Dowl.^/qD'$ /',ird 

B Y a fountain where I lay, 
(Ail blessèd be that blessd day : 
By the glimm'ring oi the sun, 
{O nevcr be hcr shining done ! } 



LURl¢$ FI03! 

When I might see alone 
5Iy truc Love, fairest one ! 
Love's dear light ! 
Love's clear sight ! 
No wofld's eyes can clearer sec ! 
A fairer sight, none tan be ! 

Fair with garlands ail addrest, 
(Was never Nymph more fairly blest !) 
Blessd in the highest degree, 
(So may she ever blessd be !) 
Came to this fountain near, 
With such a smiling cheer ! 
Such a face, 
Such a grace ! 
Happy, happy eyes, that sec 
Such a heavenly sight as She ! 

Then I forthwith took my pipe, 
Vhich I ail fair and clean did wipe, 
And upon a heavenly ground, 
Ail in the grace ofbeauty round, 
Play'd this roundelay : 
" Welcome, fait Queen of lIay ! 
Sing, sweet air ! 
Welcome, Fait ! 
Welcome be the Shepherds' Queen, 
The glory of all out green !" 



From THOMAS 
THE URCHINS  DANCE. 
Y the moon we sport and play 
With the night begins our day : 
As we frisk the dew doth fall; 
Tlip it, little urchins all ! 
Lightly as the little bee, 
Two by two, and three by three ; 
And about, about go xve. 

THE ELVF_.S' DANCE. 
Round about in a fair ring-a, 
Thus ve dance and thus we sing-a ; 
Trip and go, to and fro, 
Over this green-a ; 
Ail about, in and out, 
Over this green-a. 

From lelisnta¢a, x6z. 
THE COURTIERS GOOD MORROW I"0 l-IlS MISTRES$. 
ANST thou love and fie alonc? 
Love is so disgracd, 
Plcasurc is best 
Whercin is rcst 
In a hcart embracèd. 
Rise, rise, rise! 



Daylight do not burn out ; 
Bells do ring and birds do sing, 
Only I that mourn out. 

Morning-star doth now appear, 
Wind is hushed and sky is clear ; 
Corne, corne away, corne, corne away ! 
Carat thou love and burn out day ? 
Rise, fise, rise ! 
Daylight do hot burn out ; 
Bells do ring [and] birds do sing, 
Only I that mourn out. 

b the Earl of Essex.) 

HANGE thy mind since she doth change, 
Let hot fancy still abuse thee, 
Thy untruth cannot seem strange 
When ber fa]sehood doth excuse thee : 
Love is dead and thou art free, 
She doth live but dead to thee. 

Whilst she loved thee best a while, 
See how she h.th still delayed thee : 
Using shows for to beguile, 
Those vain hopes that have deceivecl thee : 
Now thou seest, although too late, 
I.ove loves truth  hich women hate. 



ELIZIBETttIAt ..çO2VG-BOOA'..ç. 

Love no more since she is gone, 
She is gone and loves another : 
Being once deceived by one, 
Leave her love but love none other. 
She was false, bid ber adieu, 
She was best but yet untrue. 

Love, farewell, more dear to me 
Than mi? lire, which thou preservest. 
Lire, all joys are gone from thee ; 
Others have what thou deservest. 
Oh my death doth spring from hence, 
I must die for her offence. 

Die, but yet before thou die, 
Make her know what she hath gotten, 
She in whom my hopes did lie 
Now is changed, I quite forgotten. 
She is changed, but changèd base, 
Baser in so vild a place. 

From THOM^$ WEIgLKF.5' 
I6oo. 

OLD Winter's ice is fled and gone, 
And Summer brags on every tree, 
The red-breast peeps amidst the throng 
Of wood-bon birds that wanton be = 
Each one forgets what they have been, 
And so doth Phyllis, Summer's queen. 



LYJICS FJ?Of 

From JOHN DO/L^ND'S Firsf 

OME away ! corne, sweet Love ! 
The golden morning bre@s ; 
Ail the earth, ail the air, 
Of love and pleasure speaks ! 
Teach thine arms then to embrace, 
And sweet rosy lips to kiss, 
And mix out souls in mutual bliss. 
Eyes were ruade for beauty's graee 
Viewing, ruing, love's long pain ; 
Procured by beauty's rude disdain. 

Corne away ! t corne, sweet Love ! 
The golden morning wastes 
While the suc from his sphere 
I Ils fiery arrows casts: 
Making al1 the shadows fly, 
Playing, staying in the grove 
To entertain the stealth of love. 
Thither, sweet Love, let us hie, 
Flying, dying in desire, 
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heavenly tire. 

Corne away ! corne, sweet Love ! 
Do hOt in vain adoru 

 Thls stanza is hot in the originali but is added in Eug'land's 
ilelicon. 



ELI2ABETHti.V çOA'G-BOOKS. 

Beauty's graee, that should rise 
Like to out naked morn ! 
Lilies on the river's side, 
And fait Cyprian flowers new-blown, 
De.sire no beauties but their own : 
Ornament is nurse of pride. 
Pleasuré measure[s] love's delight : 
H«te then, sweet love, our wishèd flight ! 

i5 

From THOtAS CAMIION'$ "l"ltitd 
Book of ,4irs (cire. t6t3}- 

OME, O corne, my life's delight ! 
Let me hot in languor pine ! 
Love loves no delay ; thy sight 
The more enjoyed, the more divine ! 
O corne, and take from me 
The pain of heing deprived of thee ! 

Thou ail sweetness dost enclose, 
Like a little world of bliss ; 
Beauty guards thy looks, the rose 
In them pure and eternal is : 
Corne, then, and make thy flight 
As swift to me as heavenly light ! 



1 } RICS FIOM 

From Tot^s FolID's J[usc af 
.çundo" Kind«, x6o7. 

OME, Phyllis, corne into these bowers : 
I[ere sheiter is from sharpest showers, 
Cool gales of wind breathe in these shades, 
Danger none this place invades ; 
Here sit and note the chirping birds 
Pleading my love in silent words. 

Corne, Phyllis, corne, bright heaven's eye 
Cannot upon thy beauty pry ; 
Glad Echo in distinguished voice 
Naming thee will here rejoice ; 
Then corne and hear her merry lays 
Crowning thy naine with lasting praise. 

From Jou WLI¥'s Seceml Set 
of lttadrigalr» t6o9. 

OME, shepherd swalns, that wont tohear me sing, 
Now sigh and groan ! 
Dead is my Love, my ttope, my Joy, my Spring; 
Dead, dead, and gone ! 
O, She that was your Summer's Queen, 
Your days' delight, 



E.LIZABET"I-IAzV" SO.VG-BOOA'S. "7 

ls gone and will no more be seen ; 
O, cruel spite ! 
Break ail your pipes that wont to sound 
With pleasant cheer, 
And cast yourselves upon the g'round 
To wail my Dear ! 
Corne, shepherd swains, corne, nymphs, and ail a-ros 
To help me cry : 
Dead is my Love, and, seeing She is so, 
Lo, now I die ! 

From 1",o Baoks of .4ifs, 
Tlol^sC^tl, lo (circ. 6]). 

OME, you pretty false-eyed wanton, 
Leave your crafty smiling ! 
Think you to escape me now 
With slipp'ry words beguiling ? 
No ; you mocked me th' other day ; 
When you got loose, you fled away ; 
But, since I have caught you now, 
Fil clip your wings for flying : 
Smoth'ring kisses fast I'll heap 
And keep you so from crying. 

Sooner may yott count the stars 
And number hall down-pouring, 
Tell the osiers of the Thames, 
Or Gnod.in ands devouring, 



Than the thick-showered kisses here 
Which now thy tired lips must bear. 
Such a harvest nerer was 
So rich and full of pleasure, 
But 'ris spent as soon as reaped, 
So trustless is lo,e's treasure. 

From Tnos«^s C^M'ION'S 
oo OE,-lir (ch'c.. 

OULD my heart more tongues employ 
Than it harbours thoughts of grief, 
h is now so far from joy 
That it scarce could ask relief: 
Truest hearts by deeds unkind 
To despair are most inclined. 

tlappy minds that can redeem 
Their engagements how they please, 
That no joys or hopes esteem 
ttalf so precious as their ease : 
XX'isdom should prepare men so, 
As if they did all foreknow. 

'et no art Or caution can 
Grown affections casily change ; 
Use is such a lord of man 
That he brooks worst what is strange : 
]3etter never to be blest 
Than to lose all at the best. 



.LIB.THN SONC-BOOA'S. sg 

From 'ILLIA]| ¥RD'.q D$¢I[IH$. 
SoKs , and Sonne, x x. 

ROWNÈD with flowers I saw fair Amaryllis 
By Thyrsis sit, hard by a fount of crystal, 
And with her hand more white than show or iilies, 
On sand she wrote l][y failh shal[ b« intmortal : 
And suddenly a storm of wind and weather 
131ew ail her faith and sand away together. 

From THOMA$ RAVKN$CROFT'S 
Brief)iscourse, x6z 4. 

THE FAIRIES  DANCE. 

ARE you haunt our haiiow'd green ? 
None but fairies here are seen. 
Down and sleep, 
Wake and weep, 
Pinch him black, and pinch him Hue, 
That seeks to steal a loyer true ! 
When you corne to hear us sing, 
Or to tread out fairy ring, 
Pinch him black, and pinch him blue '. 
O thus out nails shail handle you ! 



Frorn THOtA. C^tvlO,'Cs 
Voo oirs (cire. 

EAR, if I with guile would giid a true intent, 
Heaping fiatt'ries that in heart were never meant, 
Easily could I then obtain 
What now in vain I force ; 
Faisehood ranch doth gain, 
Truth yet holds the better course. 
I.ove forbid that through dissembling I should thrive, 
Or, in praising )'ou, myself of truth deprive ! 
Let nnt your high thoughts debase 
A simple truth in me ; 
Great is Beauty's g'race, 
Truth is yet as fait as she. 
l'raise is but the wind of pride if it exceeds, 
Wealth prized in itself no outward value needs : 
Fait you are, and passing fait ; 
You know it, and 'tis true ; 
Yet let none despair 
But to find as fait as you. 

From JOHN DOWL^UD'S Firtt 
lloa aj¢ Song= or Mire, t597. 

D EAR, ifyou change, l'il never choose again ; 
Sweet, if yott shrink, l'Il never think of love ; 
lair, ifyou rail, [ql jdge ail beauty vain ; 
Wise, if too weak, more wits ['11 never prove. 



Dear, sweet, fair, wise! change, shrink, nor be hOt 
weak ; 
And, on my faith, my f, tith shall never break. 

Earth with her flowers shall sooner heaven adora ; 
lteaven her bright stars thiough earth's dim globe 
shall move ; 
Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flames be born ; 
Air, made to shine, as black as hell shall prove : 
Earth, heaven, tire, air, the world transformed shall 
view, 
Ere I prove false to faith or strange to you. 

From THOM^S |OILEV'$ Cast.:o- 

O you hot know how Love lost rst his seeing ? 
Because with me once gazing 
On those fair eyes where all powers have their being, 
She with her beauty blazing, 
Which death might have revivèd, 
llim of his sight and me of heart deprivèd. 

From Joue W,L¢tCs .S¥comt Set 
a./',ildriKal« , 6o9. 

RAX¥ on, sweet Night, best fiicnd unto those 
Tiret do r]e from çalnful melancholy ; 



 LYICS F,OM 

My lire so iii through want ofcomfort rares, 
That nnto thee I consecrate it wholly. 

Sweet Night, draw on ; my griefs, when they be told 
To shades and darkness, find some ese from paining ; 
And while thon ail in silence dost enfold, 
I then shall bave best time for my complaining. 

ACH day of thine, sweet month of [ay, 
Love makes a solemn holyday : 
I will perform like duty, 
Since thon resemblest evcry way 
Astroea, Queen of Bcauty. 

From THo^s C^rzo's 'ouvtI 
.Book oJr irs (dru. 6x3). 

VER¥ dame affccts good faine, whate'er ber 
doings be_, 
Bat truc praise is Virtne's bays, which none may wear 
but she. 
Borrowed guise fits not the wise, a simple look is best 
lS,'ative grace becomes a face though ne'er so rudely 
drest. 



LIZBTHI SOVG-BOOIfS.  

lqow such new-round toys are sold these women to 
disguise, 
That before the year grows old the newest fashion dies. 

Dames of yore contended more in goodness to exceed, 
Than in pride tobe envied for that which least they 
need. 
Little lawn then serve[d] the Pawn, if Pawn at all 
there were ; 
IIomespun thread and household bread then held out 
ail the year. 
But th' attires of women now wear out both house and 
land ; 
That the wives in silk may flow, at ebb the good men 
stand. 

Once again, Astroea! then from heaven to earth 
descend, 
And vouchsafe in their behalf these errors to amend. 
Aid from heaven must make ail even, things are so out 
of frame ; 
For let man strive ail he can, he needs must please his 
dame. 
Happy man, content that gives and what he gives 
enjoys ! 
IIappy dame, content that lives and breaks no sleep 
for toys ! 



4 

LYI¢ICS F2OM 

From FAtt,'s Firsl S«l af En#- 

AIR Phyllis I saw sitting ail alone, 
Feeding her flock near to the mountain-side ; 
The shepherds knew hot whither she was gone, 
But after ber loyer Amyntas hied. 
Up and down he wandered, whilst she was missing ; 
When he found ber, oh then they fell a-kissing ! 

From WlLLIAI! IYID$ l$al,,t$ 
Sonnet*, atd ..,ça-$» 588. 

AREWELL, false Love, the oracle of lies, 
A mortal foe and enemy to test, 
An cnvious boy from whom ail cares arise, 
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possest ; 
A way of error, a temple full of treason, 
In ail effects contrary unto reason. 

A poison'd serpent cover'd ail with flowers, 
Mother of sighs and murderer of repose ; 
A sea of sorrows from whenee are drawn such showers 
As moisture lend to every grief that grows ; 
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, 
A gilded hook that holds a poison'd bait. 



EIZABEHAV SOVG-BOOKS. 

A fortress foiled which Reason did defend, 
A Siren song, a fever of the mind, 
A maze wherein affection finds no end, 
A raging cloud that fans before the wind ; 
A substance like the shadow of the sun, 
A goal of grief for which the wisest tan. 

A quenchless tire, a nurse of trembling fear, 
A path that leads to peril and mishap, 
A true retreat of sorrow and despair, 
An idle boy that sleeps in Pleasure's lap ; 
A deep distrust of that which certain seems, 
A hope of that which Reason doubtful deems. 

From Tuo^s W,,Lt:.S" Ballcl 
and 3fadga/.¢, $98. 

AREWELL, my joy ! 
Adieu, my love and pleasure ! 
To sport and toy 
We bave no longer leisure. 
Fa la la ! 

Farewell, adieu 
Until out next consorting ! 
Sweet love, be true! 
And thus we end out sporting. 
Fa la la ! 



ab L ]'l ]CS ,FI OM 

From Jour* Dowt.^m's Seront 
Bool of Somgs or Airs, =6oo. 

II,'E knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and 
Good pennyworths,--but money cannot more 
I keep a fait but for the Fait to 
A beggar may be liberal of love. 
Though ail my wares be trash, the heart is true, 
The heart is true. 

Great gifts are guiles and look for girls again, 
My trifles corne as treasures from my mind ; 
Itis a precious jewel tobe plain ; 
Sometimes in shell the orient'st pearls we find : 
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain ! 
Of me a grain ! 

Within this pack pins, points, laces, and gloves, 
And divers toys fitting a country fait, 
But my heart, wherein duty serres and 1oves, 
Turtles and twins, court's brood, a heaverdy pair-- 
Happy the heart that thinks of no removes ! 
Of no removes ! 



LIZAETHN SOVG-/OONS.  

From THOMAS CAMIlION'$ Tllird 
Book o.f Airs (circ. x63). 

'IRE that must flame is with apt fuel fed, 
Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred : 
I [ow c.an a heart feel heat that no hope finds ? 
Or can he love on whom no comfort shines ? 
Fair, I confess there's pleasure in your sight ; 
Sweet, you have power, I grant, of ail delight ; 
But what is ail to me if I bave none ? 
Churl that you are t'enjoy such wealth alone ! 
Prayers move the heavens but find no grace with you, 
Yet in your looks a heavenly form I view ; 
Then will I pray again, hoping to find, 
As well as in your looks, heaven in your mind. 
Saint of my heart, queen of my life and love, 
O let my vows thy loving spirit move ! 
Let me no longer mourn through thy disdain, 
But with one touch of grace cure ail my pain ! 

From Jous WLVV'S Firt Set OE 
Etgli$ ,Iadr£al, x598. 

F LORA gave me fairest flowers, 
None so fair in Flora's treasure ; 
These I placed on Phyllis' bowers; 
She was pleased, and she my pleasure : 
Smiling meadows seem to say, 
"Corne, ye wantons, here to play." 



Frorn CAI4PlON i,rtd I[OSSETER'S 
o OEir*» 6o. 

OLLOW your saint, follow with accents sweet ! 
Haste you, sad notes, rail at ber flying feet ! 
There, wrapped in cloud of sorrow, pity more, 
And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for ber love : 
Eut, if she scorns my never-ceasing pain, 
Then burst with sighing in her sight and ne'er return 
again. 
Ail that I sang still to ber praise did tend, 
Still she was first, still she my songs did end ; 
Ver she my love and music both doth fly, 
The music that her echo is and beauty's sympathy : 
Then let my notes prsue her scornful flight ! 
It shall suffice that they were breathed and died for 
ber delight. 

From ROeERT JOUES" I:ir:l 

OND wanton youths make love a God 
Which after proveth Age's rod ; 
Their youth, their rime, their wit, their art 
They spend in seeking of their smart ; 
And, which of follies is the chier, 
They woo their woe, they wed their grief. 



EL[ZABETH/IN SO.VG-BOOKS. 
Ail find it so who wedded are, 
Love's sweets, they find, enfold sour care ; 
His pleasures pleasing'st in the eye, 
Which tasted once with loathing die : 
They find of follies 'tis the chief, 
Their woe to woo, to wed their grief. 
If for their own content they choose 
Forthwith their kindred's love they lose ; 
And if their kindred they content, 
For ever after they repent ; 
O 'tis of all our follies chief, 
Our woe to woo, to wed our grief. 
In bed, what strifes are bred by day, 
Out puling wives do open lay ; 
None friends, none foes we must esteem 
But whom they so vouchsafe to deem : 
O 'ris of ail out follies chief, 
Our woe to woo, to wed our grief. 
Their smiles we want ifaught they want, 
And either we their wills must grant 
• Or die they will, or are with child ; 
Their longings must hOt be beguiled : 
O 'tis of ail our follies chief, 
Out woe to woo, to wed our grief. 
Foui wives are jealous, fair wives false, 
Marriage to either binds us thrall ; 
V'herefore being bound we must obey 
And forcd be pefforce to say,-- 
Of ail out bliss it is the chief, 
Our woe to woo, to wed our grief. 



çundr Vtures, x589. 

"1" IO_M Citheron the warlike boy is fled 
.l - And smiling sits upon a Virgin's lap,-- 
Thereby to train poor misers to the trap, 
Whom Beaty draws with fancy to be fed : 
And when De.sire wlth eger looks i led, 
Then from ber eyes 
The arrow files, 
Feather'd with flame, arm'd with  golden hed. 

I Ier careless thoughts are freèd of that flame 
XVherewith ber thralls are scorchèd to the heart : 
If Love would so, would God the enchanting dart 
Might once retura and burn from whence it came ! 
Not to deface of Beauty's work the frame, 
]But by rebound 
It might be round 
What secret smaxt I suftër by the saine. 

If Love be just, then just is my desire ; 
And if unjust, why is he call'd a God ? 
O God, O God, O Just ! reserve thy rod 
To chazten those that from thy laws retire ! 
But choose aright [good Love ! I thee require) 
The golden head, 
lot that of lead ! 
1 lçr heart is frost and must dissolve hy tire. 



LIZ,BTHAIV SOI'G-BOOKg. 3 

oo1 o./'Song$ and Airs, oo. 

To MAS"ER HUGH HOLLAND. 

'ROM Fame's desire, from Love's delight retired, 
In these sad groves an hermit's life I lead : 
And those false pleasures, which I once admired, 
With sad remembrance of my fall, I dread. 
To birds, to trees, to earth, impart I this ; 
For she less secret, and as senseless is. 
O sweet woods ! the delight of solitariness ! 
O how much do I love your solitariness ! 

Experience which repentance only brings, 
Doth bid me, now, my heart from Love estrange ! 
Love is disdained when it doth look at Kings ; 
And Love low placèd base and apt to change. 
There Power doth take from him his liberty, 
Her[e] Want of Worth makes him in cradle die. 
O sweet woods ! the delight of solitariness ! 
O how much do I love your solitariness ! 

You men that give false worship unto Love, 
And seek that which you never shall obtain ; 
The endless work of Sisyphus you prove, 
Whose end is this, to know you strive in vain. 
Hope and Desire, which now your idols be, 
You needs must lose, and feel Despair with me. 
0 sweet woods ! the delight of solitariness ! 
O how much do I love your solitariness ! 



32 L VRICS .FROM 

Vou woods, in you the fairest Nymphs ]lave walked : 
Nymphs at whose sfghts ail hearts did yield to love. 
,'ott woods, in whom dear loyers off bave talked, 
How do you now a place of mourning prove ? 
,Vanstead ! my Mistress saith this is the doom. 
Thou art love's child-bed, nurs¢ry, and tomb. 
0 sweet woods ! the delight of solitariness ! 
0 how much do I love your solitariness ! 

From THO^S CAMPION'S 
Bookz of Airs (circ. 

IVE 13,auty ail her right ! 
She s hot to one form tied ; 
Each shape yields fair delight 
Where her perfections bide : 
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be, 
And Ros'mond was as sweet as she. 

Some the quick eye commends, 
Some swelling t lips and red ; 
Pale looks bave many friends, 
Through sacred sweetness bred : 
Meadows have flowers that pleasures more, 
Though roses are the flowers of love. 

Free beauty is hOt bound 
To one unmoved clime ; 

t Old ed. "-melling." 



ELIZABETHAN O_VG-BOOKg. 

She visits cvery ground 
And favours evcry rime. 
Let the old loves with mine compare, 
My sovereign is as sweet and fair. 

33 

From JoHs DOWL^ND'S First 
Book of Sotgs or Airs, x597. 

O crystal tears ! like to the morning showers, 
And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast ! 
And as the dews revive the drooping flowers, 
So let your drops of pity be addrest ! 
To quicken up the thoughts ofmy desert, 
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart. 

IIaste hapless sighs ! and let your buming breath 
Dissolve the ice of hcr indurate heart ! 
Whose frozen rigour, like forgetful Death, 
Feels never any touch of my desert. 
Vet sighs and tears fo her I sacrifice 
Both from-a spotless heart and patient eyes. 

From EGERTON MS., 013. The 
kërses «ocre set fo «11n$ic by 
Dr. ]ohtIVilson. 

O, turn away those cruel eyes, 
For thcy have quite undone me ; 
D 



L }'IC,.ç FRO,lr 

They used not so to tyrannize 
When first those glances won me. 

]ut 'tis the custom of you men,m 
False men thus to deceive us ! 
To love but till we love again, 
And then again to leave us. 

Go, let alone my heart and me, 
Which thou hast thus affrighted ! 
I did not think I could by thee 
IIave been so iii requited. 

But now I find 'tis I must prove 
That men have no compassion ; 
When we are won, Fou never love 
Foot women, but for fashion. 

Do recompense my love with hale, 
And kill my heart : I'm sure 
Thou'lt one day say, when 'ris too late, 
Thou never hadst a traer. 

From To,s C,PIo's Second 
Aïook of Air, (clrc. 63). 

OOD men show ! if you eau tell, 
Where doth lIuman Pity dg'ell? 
Far and near ber I ,.vould seek, 
So vexed with sorrow is my breast. 



"She," they say, "to ail, is mcek ; 
And only makes th' unhappy blcst." 

Oh ! if such a saint there be, 
Some hope yet remains for me : 
Prayer or sacrifice may gain 
From ber implorèd g'race, relief; 
To release me of my pain, 
Or at the least to ease my grief. 

Young am I, and far from guile, 
The more is my woe the while : 
Falsehood, ith a smooth disguise, 
My simple meaning hath abused : 
Casting mists before mine eyes, 
By which my se.nses are confused. 

Fair he is, who vowed to me, 
That he only mine would be ; 
But ala.s, his mind is caught 
With every gaudy bait he sees : 
And, too late, my flame is taught 
That too much kindness makes men freeze. 

From me, ail my friends are gone, 
While I pine for him alone ; 
And hot one will rue my case, 
But rather my distress deride : 
That I think, there is no place, 
Where Pity ever yet did bide. 



3 6 L}'ICS 

"rom THOM^S WEELKES' 'r$ OW 
Fantaati ç#irit, 6o8. 

A ha ! ha ha ! this world doth pass 
Most merily, l'Il be s-orn ; 
For many an honest Indian ass 
Goes for an Unicorn. 
Yarra diddle dino ; 
This is idle fino. 

Ty hye ! ty hye ! O sweet delight ! 
lle tickles this age that can 
Call Tullia's ape a marmosyte 
And Leda's goose a swan. 
Farra diddle dino ; 
This is idle fino. 

So so ! so so ! fine English days ! 
X, hen false play's no reproach : 
For he that doth the coachman, praise, 
May safely use the coach. 
Farra diddle dino ; 
This is idle fino. 



Shuns glory so admired, 
And to himself lires free, 
Whilst he who strives with pride to climb the skies 
Falls down with foui disgrace belote he fise. 
Let who wiii 
The active life commend 
And all his travels bend 
Earth with his fame to fill : 
Such fame, so forced, at iast dies with his death, 
Which life maintain'd by others' idle breath. 
My delights, 
To dearest home cot,.flned, 
Shall there make good my mind 
Not aw'd with fott,n¢'s spites : 
tligh trees heaven blasts, winds shake and honors  fell, 
When lowly plants long rime in safety dell. 
Ail I can, 
My worldly strife shall be 
They one day say of me 
' He died a good old man' : 
On his sad soul a hea, V burden lies 
,, ho, known to ail, unknown to himself dies. 

From JOHN WILB¥1'S Second Set 
af Mad, lgat*, 

APPV, 0 ! happy he, who hOt affecting 
The cndlcss toil» attending worldly cares, 

' y. "hammcr»"? 



L VRICS FROM 

With mind reposed, ail discontents rejecting, 
In silent peace his way fo heaven prepares, 
Deeming this lire a scene, the world a stage 
Whereoti man acts his weary pilgrimage. 

H AVE I foutd her ? O rich finding ! 
Goddess-like for to behold, 
I let fait tresses seemly binding 
Ir a chair of pearl and gold. 
Chain me, chain me, O most fait, 
Chain me fo thee with that hair ! 

From Jomq |Ut, ID'S oeettg's 
/:'.m/», t594. 

H EIGt[ ho ! chill go to plough no more ! 
Sit down and take thy rest ; 
Of golden groats I have full store 
To flaunt it with the best. 
But I love and I love, and who thinks you ? 
The fincst lass that c'er you knew, 
XVhich makes me sing when I should cry 
lleigh h,, ! fi,r h,vc I clic. 



 L I .   TII  3 r ç O rçr ÆO 01($. ç 

From JOHN M^VNARD'S TClZ'« 

THE ]ACHELOR. 

H OW many things as yet 
Are dear alike to me ! 
The field, the horse, the dog, 
Love, arms, or liberty. 

I have no wife as yet 
That I may call mine own ; 
I have no children yet 
That by my naine are known. 

Yet, if I married were, 
I would not xvish to thrive 
If that I could hOt tame 
The veriest shrew alive. 

From Tos«^s Foio's 3lu.tic f 
çuw/ry A'im£t, x6o 7. 

H OW shall I then describe my Love ? 
XVhen ail men's skilful art 
Is far inferior to her worth, 
To praise the unworthiest part. 



LI,'RIC$ FROM 

She's chaste in looks, mild in her speech, 
In actions ail discreet, 
Of nature loving, pleasing most, 
In virtue ail complete. 

And for her voice a Philomel, 
lier lips may ail lips scorn ; 
lqo sun more clear than is her eye, 
In brightest summer morn. 

A mind wherein ail virtues re.st 
And take delight to be, 
And where all virtues graft themselves 
In that most fruitful tree : 

A tree that India doth hot yield, 
or ever yet was seen, 
Where buds of virtue always spring, 
And ail the year grow green. 

That country's blest wherein she grows, 
And happy is that rock 
From whence she springs : but happiest he 
That glafts in such a stock. 

From H{NI'V LiCI-IFILD'S FirsI 
• .ç g of[adrfal$, 16I 3. 

I ALWAYS loved to call my lady Rose, 
F.Jr in h:r cheçks rosçs do swctly gk,se, 



LIZBHN SONC.-BOOKS.  

And from her lips she such sveet odours thresv 
As roses do 'gainst Phoebus' morning-view : 
But when I thought to pull't, hope was bereft me,-- 
My rose was gone and naught but prickles left me. 

From:lelimata, 16t. 

A WOOlNO SoNo OF A ÇEO.XtAN OF KENT'S SON. 

I HAVE house and land in Kent, 
And if you'll love me, love me nosv ; 
Twopence-halfpenny is my rent, 
I cannot come every day to woo. 
Chorus. Two2ence-halfenny is his rent, 
Aut he cannot corne every day fo woo. 

Ich am my vather's eldest zonne, 
My mother eke doth love me xvell, 
For ich can bravely dout my shoone, 
And ich full xvell can ring a bell. 
Chorus. For le tan bravely dout kis sItoone, 
And ke full zoell tan ring a bell. 

My vather he gave me a hog, 
My mouther she gave me a zow ; 
I have a God-vather dwels thereby, 
And he on me bestowed a plow. 
Chorus. fA" bas a God-vatloer dwells /Aerdg, , 



4 L RIC..ç .FRO31 
0ne rime I gave thee a paper of pins, 
Another rime a tawdry-lace ; 
And if thou wilt hot grant me love, 
In truth ich die bevore thy face. 
Chorus. And if thou vilt hot grant mis love, 
In trutm me'Il dit bevore tmy rate. 
Ich bave been twice our Whitson-lord, 
Ich bave had ladies man)' vair, 
And eke thou ha.st m)' heart in hold 
And in m)' mind zeems passing rare. 
Chorus. And eke thou hast kir heart in hold 
.4nd in mis mind seans passing rare. 
Ich will put on m)' best white slops 
And ich will wear my yellow hose, 
And on my head a good grey hat, 
And in't ich stick a lovely rose. 
Chorus. And on Air mead a good grey mat, 
And in't me'Il stkk a lard.I, rose. 
Wherefore cease off, make no dela)', 
And if you'll love me, love me now ; 
Or else ich zeek zome oderwhere, 
For I cannot corne every da)' to woo. 
Chorus. Or else Iteall zeek zome odr'wm«re, 
'or me canrwt corne ,woy day ta woo. 



From VILLIAI! ]YRDtS 

.0¥ not in no earthly bliss, 
I force hOt Croesus' wealth a straw ; 
For care I know hot what itis 
I fear hot Fortune's fatal law : 
My mind is such as may hot move 
For beauty bright nor force of love. 

I wish but what I bave at will, 
I wander hot to seek for more ; 
I like the plain, I climb no bill ; 
In greatest storms I sit on shore 
And laugh at them that toil in vain 
To get what must be lost again. 

kiss hot where I wish to kill ; 
feign hot love where most I hate; 
break no sleep to win my will ; 
wait not at the mighty's gare ; 
scorn no poor, nor fear no rich ; 
feel no want, nor have too much. 

The court and cart I like nor loath ; 
Extremes are counted worst of ail ; 
The golden mean between them both 
Doth surest sit and fears no fall. 
This is my choice : for why ? I find 
h'o wcalth is like the quiet mind. 



From Jotu Wtt.r's 

I LIVE, and yet methinks I do not breathe ; 
I thirst and drink, I drink and thirst again ; 
I sleep and yet do dream I ara awake ; 
I hope for that I bave ; I bave and want : 
I sing and sigh ; I love and hate at once. 
O, tell me, restlsss seul, hat uncouth jar 
Doth cause in store such want, in peace such *var ? 

Ris?o, ta. 
There is a jewel which no Indian mines 
Can buy, txo chymic art eau ¢oumerfeit ; 
It makes men rich in greatest poverty ; 
Makes water wine, turns woodetx cups to gold, 
The homely whistle to sweet musi¢'s strain : 
Seldom it corne% to few from heaven sent, 
That much in little, all in tmught,--Content. 

Front John 
11 wuler* 

THE .MAID. 
I MARRIAGE would forswcar, 
Bt that I hear men ter 
That she that dies a maid 
Must lcad an ape in hcll. 



LIZBTHV 

Therefore, if fortune corne, 
I will hot mock and play 
Nor drive the bargain on 
Till it be driven away. 

Titles and lands I like, 
Yet rather fancy can 
A man that wanteth gold 
Than gold that wants a man. 

45 

From JOHN IIAVNARD'S ?t,tlrot 
IVondtrs of Ll" ii'orld, 6t. 

TsE IIARRIED IIAN. 
I ONLV ara the man 
Among ail married mon 
That do hOt wish the priest, 
To be unlinked again. 

And though my shoe did wring 
I would hOt make my moan, 
Nor think my neighbours' chance 
More happy than mine own. 

Yet cottrt I hot my wife, 
But yield observance due, 
Being neither fond nor cross, 
lor jealous nor untrue. 



46 

From JOIN DOWLAND'S Second 
oo of Sow m" Ai, :6oo 

I SAW my Lady weep, 
And sorrow proud to be advancèd so 
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. 
Her face was full of woe, 
But such a woe {believe me) as wins more hearts 
Than Mirth c.an do with her enticing parts. 

Sorrow was there ruade fair, 
And Passion wise ; Tears a delightful thing ; 
Silence beyond ail speech, a wisdom rare ; 
She ruade her sighs fo sing, 
And all things with so sweet a sadness move 
As ruade my heart at once both gricve and love. 

0 fairer than aught else 
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve. 
Enough, enough : your joyful look excels ; 
Tears kill the heart, believe. 
0 strive hot to be excellent in woe, 
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow. 

ngli.& .lff azlrf.g'al, h 

I SUhG somelime my thoughts and fancy's pleasure, 
Whcre I did list, or time served best and leisurc ; 
While Daphne did invite 
T« supper once, and drank to me to spire me. 



I smilcd, but yet did doubt her, 
And drank where she had drunk before, to flout her ; 
But, O ! while I did eye her, 
lIine eyes drank love, my lips drank burning tire. 

l?rom ORL^DO Gli3BOIS" Ffrs! 

I WEIGIt hot Fortune's frown nor smile, 
I joy hot much in earthly joys, 
I seek hot state, I reak [s] hot style, 
I am hot fond of Fancy's toys. 
I test so pleased with what I have 
I wish no more, no more I crave. 

tremble hot at noise of war, 
quake not at thc thunder's crack, 
sbrink hot at a blazing star, 
sound hot at the news of wreck, 
fear no loss, I hope no gain, 
envy none, I none disdain. 

I see Ambition never pleased, 
I see some Tantals starve in store, 
I see gold's dropsy seldom eased, 
I see each Midas gape for more : 
I neither want nor yet abound, 
Enough's a feast, content is crowncd. 

I feign hot friendship where I hate, 
I fawn hot on the great for grace, 



L I "R ICS 

I prize, I praise a mean estate 
le yet too lofty, nor too base, 
"lhis is ail my choice, my cheer-- 
A mind content and conscience clear. 

From TI-OMAS l|lltV'$ Iadri- 

I WILL no more corne to thee 
That flout'st me when I woo thee ; 
Still ty hy thou criest 
And ail my Iovdy rings and pins denyest. 
O say, alas, what mo,es thee 
To grieve him so that loves thee ? 
Leave, alas, then, ah leave tormenting 
And give my burning some relenting. 

From ROta'RT JONES' First Book 
of SoKs and A irr, s6os. 

F fathers knew but how to leave. 
Their childrcn wit as they do wealth, 
And couhl constrain thcm fo rcceive 
That physic hich bring perfect hcahh, 
The world would not admiring stand 
A woman's face and ,,man's hand. 



L lZ,4  3"HI N SONG-BO0 
Women confess they must obey, 
We men will needs be servants still ; 
We kiss their hands, and what they say 
We must commend, be't ne'er so ill : 
Thus we, like fools, admiring stand 
Her pretty foot and pretty hand. 
We blame their pride, which we increase 
By making mountains of a mouse ; 
We praise because we know we please ; 
Poor women are too credulous 
To think that we admiring stand 
Or foot, or face, or foolish hand. 

49 

From C^MPIO, and ROgSETER'.g 
Bock of 4irs, 6o. 

F I urge my kind desires, 
She, unkind, doth them reject, 
Women's hearts are painted rires, 
To deceive them that affect. 
I alone love's rires include : 
She alone doth them delude. 

She bath often vowed her love : 
But alas no fruit I rilld. 
That her rires are false I prove 
Yet, in ber, no fault I find. 
" I was thus unhappy born, 
And ordained to bc her scorn. 
E 



5o 

L]'RlçS FROM 

Vet if human care or pain, 
May the heavenly order charge ; 
She will haie ber own disdain, 
And repent she was so strange : 
For a truer heart than I, 
Never lived, nor loved to die. 

From Jol-t DowL^tt's Firs! 

F my complaints could passions more, 
Or make Love see wherein I surfer wrong ; 
My passions were enough to prove 
That my despairs had govemed me too long. 
O Love, I lire and die in thee ! 
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me. 

Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks, 
Yet thou dost hope when I despair ; 
My heart for thy unkindness breaks ; 
Thou say'st thou can'st my harms repair, 
And when I hope thou mak'st me hope in vain ; 
Vet for redress thou let'st me still complain. 

Can Love be rich, and yet I want ? 
Is Love my judge, and yet am I condemned ? 
Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant ; 
Tho- made a god, and yet thy power contemned ! 
That I do live, it is thy power ; 
That I desire it is thy 'orth. 



EI.IZABETHAIV SO1VG-BOOKS. 

If love doth make men's lives too sour, 
Let me not love, nor live henceforth ! 
Die shall my hopes, but hot my faith, 
That you, that of my rail may hearers be, 
May hear Despair, which truly saith 
" I was more true to Love, than Love to me." 

lrom I"HOMAS CAMPIONS ivd 
Book af Mir$ (circ. x6x3). 

F thou long'st so much to learn, sweet boy, what 
'tis to love, 
Do but tix thy thoughts on me and thou shalt quickly 
prove : 
Little suit at first shall win 
Way to thy abashed desire, 
But then will I hedge thee in, 
Salamandcr-like, with tire. 
With thee dance I will, and sing, and thy fond dal- 
liance bear ; 
We the grovy hills will climb and play the wantons 
there ; 
Other whiles we'll gather flowers, 
Lying dallying on the grass ; 
And thus out delightful hours, 
Full of waking dreams, shall pass. 
When thy joys vere thus at height, my love should 
turn from thee, 
Old acquaintance then should grow as strange, as 
strange might be : 



L ]'IICS FIOB! 

Tweuty rivals thou shouldst find, 
Breaking all their hearts for me, 
VChile to -11 l'Il prove more kind 
And more forward than to thee. 

Thus thy silly youth, enraged, would soon my love defy, 
But, alas, poor soul, too late! clipt wings can never fly. 
Those sweet hours which we had past, 
Called to thy mind, thy heart would burn ; 
And couldst thou fly ne'er so fa.st, 
They would make thee straight return. 

F women could be fair and never fond, 
Or that their beauty might continue still, 
1 would hot marvel though they maie men bond 
By service long to purchase their goodwill : 
But when I see how frail these creatures are 
I laugh that men forger themselves so fax. 

To mark what choice they make and how they change, 
Ilow, leaving best, the worst they choose out still ; 
And how, like haggards wild, about they range, 
And scorning reason follow after vdll ! t 
Who would not shake such buzzards from the fist 
And let them fly (fair fools !) which way they list ? 

1 So Oliphant.--OId ed., « Scornng aftcr reason to follow will.'" 



ELIZBETHN SOzVG-BOOA'S. 

Yet for our sport we fawn and flatter both, 
To pass the rime when nothing else can please : 
And train them on to yield by subtle oath 
The sweet content that gives such humour ease : 
And then we say, when we their follies try, 
" To play with fools, O, what a fool was I [ " 

From VILLIAM IVRD'; P$1Illl$ 

N crystal towers and turrets richly set 
With glitt'ring geins that shine against the sun, 
In regal rooms ofjasper and of jet, 
Content of mind hot always likes to won ;  
But ofientimes it pleaseth ber to stay 
In simple cotes enclosed with walls of clay. 

From JoHu Co^RIo's F'uteral 
rca'$, egt'., 16o6. 

N darkness let me dwell, the g-round shall sorrow be, 
The roof despair to bar ail cheerful light from me, 
The walls of marble black that moistened still shall 
weep, 
music hellish jarring sounds to banish friendlysleep: 
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb 
let ne dying lire till death doth corne. 

 IOwell. 



dainties grief shall be and tears my poisoned wine, 
sighs the air through which m}, panting heart shall 
pine, 
robes my mind shal| suit exceeding b|ackest night, 
stud}, shall be tragic thoughts sad fane}, to delight, 
l'aie ghosts and frightful shades shall my acquaintance 
be : 
thus, my hapless jo},, I baste to thee. 

From John llt:D"- S#g'.t and 
P,a/m*, t594. 

N midst of woods or pleasant grove, 
Where ail sweet birds do sing, 
Methought I heard o rare a ound 
Which made the heavens to ring. 

The charm was good, the noise full sweet, 
Each bird did play his part ; 
And I admired to hear the saine, 
Joy sprang into my heart. 

The black bird made the sweetest SOUlltl, 
XVhose tunes did far ex¢el ; 
Full pleasantly, and most profound 
Was ail things placed well. 

Thy pretty tunes, mine own swe¢t bird, 
Done with so good a grace, 
Extlls thy naine, prefers the me 
Abroad in cvcry l, lace. 



ELIZ,4BETH,4N SONGBOOKS. 

Thy music grave, bedeckèd well 
With sundry points of skill, 
Bewrays thy knowledge excellent 
lngrafted in thy wiLl. 

lIy tongue shall speak, my pen shall write 
In praise of thee to tell ; 
The sweetest bird that ever was, 
In friendly sort farewell. 

From ïHOMAS WEELKg.S' '1.15 
a»ut ,lladtîrgalr, z 598. 

N pride of lfay 
The fields are gay, 
The bh-ds do sweetly sing. Fa la la ! 
So Nature would 
That ail things should 
With joy begln the spring. Fa la la ! 

Then, Lady dear, 
Do you appear 
In beauty like the spring : 
I dare well say 
The birds that day 
More cheerfully will sing. 

Fa la la ! 

Fa la la ! 



Li'I'ICS FEOM 

From RoaT Jots" 

l'b'¢w 8;? b "Eptora gbç rvo.--Mrelias. 

N Sherwood lived stout Robin IIood, 
An archer great, none greater, 
llis bow and shafts were sure and good, 
Yet Cupid's were much better ; 
Robin could shoot at many a hart and miss, 
Cupid at first could hit a heart of his. 
lley, jolly Robin Hood, ho jolly Robin Ilood, 
Love finds out me 
As well as thee, 
To follow me to the green-wood. 

A noble thief was Robin tlood, 
Wise was he could deceive him ; 
Yet Marian in his bravest mood 
Could of his heart bereave him : 
No greater thief lies hidden under skies, 
Than beauty closely lodged in women's eycs. 
tIey, jolly Robin, &c. 

An outlaw was this Robin Itood, 
llis lire free and unruly, 
Ver to fait Marian bound he stood 
Anl love'» debt paid hcr duly : 



ELIZ.4BETH.4N $ONG.BOOKS. 

Whom curb of strictest law could hot ho]d in, 
Love s to obedience with a wink could win. 
Hey, jolly Robin, &c. 

Now wend we home, stout Robin Hood, 
Leave we the woods behind us, 
Love-passions must hot be withstood, 
Love everywhere will final us. 
I lived in field and town, and so did he ; 
I got me to the woods, Love followed me. 
Iley, jolly Robin, &c. 

57 

From MICHAEL Es'rE'$ 
goe of tarte, four 
parts, z6o4. (By Nicholas 
Breton. Originally published 
in 59z-) 

N the merry month of May, 
On a morn by break of day, 
Forth I walk'd by the wood-side, 
Whereas May was in her pride : 
There I spyd ail alone 
Phillida and Corydon. 
Much ado thcre was, God wot ! 
IIe would love and she would hot. 
She said, never man was true ; 
IIe said, none was false to you. 

| OId id.,--" Love with obe} cdncb and a winke could  izme." 



LI'RlfS FOM 

He said, he had loved her long ; 
She said, Love should have no wrong. 
Crydon would kiss her then ; 
She said, maids must kiss no men 
Till they did for good and ail ; 
Then she ruade the shepherd call 
Ail the heavens to witness truth 
/qever lov'd a truer youth. 
Thus with many a pretty oath 
X'ea and nay, and faith and troth, 
Such as seely shepherds use 
When they will hot love abuse, 
Love which had been long deluded, 
Was with kisses sweet concluded ; 
/nd Phillida with garlands gay 
Waz tamde the Lady of the May. 

From .FIOM^S GIE^VE-S' Satg$ af 
Suulry Aïnds, x6o4. 

I NCONSTANT Laura makes me death to crave, 
For wanting her I must embrace my grave ; 
A little grave will case my malady 
And set me free from love's fell tyranny. 
lntomb me then and show her where I lie, 
And say I died through ber inconstancy. 



From HENRV LtCHFtLD'S Firt 
Set OE .lln£rigal, t6 3. 

I IJURIOUS hours, whilst any joy doth bless me, 
With speedy wings you fly and so release me ; 
But if some sorrow do oppress my heart, 
You creep as if you never meant to part. 

From WlLLIAM 13VRD'$ So£'s o.f 
.'undr .atures, 589 . 

I S Love a boy,--what means he then to strikc ? 
Or is he blind,--why will he be a guide ? 
Is he a man,--why doth he hurt his like ? 
Is he a God,--why doth he men deride ? 
No one of these, but one compact of ail : 
A wilful boy, a man still dealing blows, 
Of purpose blind to lead men to their thrall, 
A god that rules unruly--God, he knows. 

Boy, pity me that am a child again ; 
Blind, be no more my guide to make me stray ; 
Man, use thy might to force away my pain ; 
God, do me good and lead me to my way ; 
And if thou beest a power to me unknown, 
Power of my lire, let hcrc thy gracc be shvn. 



TIIE IARRIACE OF THE FROG AND TIIE 
I T was the frog in the well, 
tlumbledum, humbledum, 
And the merry mouse in the mill, 
Tweedle, tweedle, twini. 

The frog would a wooing ride 
Sword and buckler by his side. 

When he upon his high horse set, 
His boots they shone as black as jet. 

When he came to the merry mill-pin,-- 
"Lady Mouse, been you withm ?" 

Then came out the dusty mouse : 
"I ara Lady of this house : 

I la.st thou any mind of me ?" 
" I have e'en great mind of thee ?" 

"Who shall this marriage make?" 
" Out Lord which is the rat." 

" What shall we have fo our supper ?" 
"Three beans in a pound of butter ?" 



When supper they were at, 
The frog, the mouse, and e'en the rat ; 

Then came in Gib our cat, 
And catched the mouse e'en by the back. 

Then did they separate, 
And the frog leaped on the floor so fiat. 

Then came in Dick our drake, 
And drew the frog e'en to the lake. 

The rat run up the wall, 
Humbledum, humbledum ; 
A goodly company, the Devil go with ail ! 
Tweedle tweedle twino. 

From THOt^$ CAMPION'S '7oO 
Books o/Airs (crc. 6x3). 

ACK and Joan, they think no iii, 
But loving live, and merry still ; 
Do their week-days' work, and pray 
Devoutly on the holy day : 
Skip and trip it on the green, 
And help to choose the Summer Queen ; 
Lash out at a country feast 
Their silver penny with the best. 

Well can they judge of happy aie, 
Anti tell at large a winter tale ; 



L] iICS FROC! 
Cllmb up to the apple loti, 
And turn the erabs till they be .ol't. 
Tib i» ail the father's 
And little Tom the mother's ho)'. 
Ail their pleaure is Cntent ; 
And Care, to pay their ),early rent. 
Joan cn oell by naine ber cows 
And deck her windows with gt-een bughs 
She tan wreatl and tutties t make, 
And trim with plums a brida| cake. 
Jack knows what brings gain or loss ; 
And his long flail tan stoutly toss : 
Makes the hedge which others break, 
And ever thinks what he doth speak. 
Now, you courtly dames and knights, 
That study only strange delights 
Though )'ou scorn the homespun gray 
And revel in your rich array ; 
Though your tongues dis.semble deep, 
And can your heads from danger keep 
S'et, for ail your pomp and train, 
Securer lires the silly swain. 

,8oo o/Airs (circ. 

IND are her answers, 
But her perfornmnce keeps no day ; 
13reaks time, as dancers, 
From their oxx n music when the), stray. 
I -aegays. 



EL IZI B E THA ,V .,ç O VG- BOO NS. 

Ail her free favours and smooth words 
Wing my hopes in vain. 
O, did ever voice so sweet but only feign ? 
Can true love yield such delay, 
Converting joy to pain ? 

Lost is our freedom 
When we submit to women so : 
Why do we need 'em 
When, in their best, they work out woe ? 
There is no wisdom 
Can aher ends by Fate prefixt. 
O, why is the good of man with evil mixt ? 
lgever were days yet calld two 
But one night went betwixt. 

63 

From CAMIION and IOSSETER'S 
Book o.l'Airs, x6oL 

IND in unkindness, when will you relent 
And cease with faint love true love to torment ? 
Still entertained, excluded still I stand ; 
Her glove still hold, but cannot touch the hand. 

In her fair hand my hopes and comforts rest : 
O might my fortunes with that hand be blest ! 
No euvious breaths then my deserts could shake, 
For they are good whom such true love doth make. 

O let not beauty so forget her birth 
That it should fruitless home retm'n to earth ! 



Love is the fruit of beuty, lhen love one ! 
lot your sweet self, for such self-love is none. 

Love one that only lives in Ioving you ; 
Whose wronged deserts would you with pity vicw, 
This strange distaste which your affection sways 
Would reIish love, and you find better clays, 

Thus till my happy sight your beauty views, 
Whose sweet remembrance still my hope renevs, 
Let these poor lines solicit love for me, 
And place myjoys where my desires would be. 

From TOM^S ],VLI¢Is" Mn4rz'- 

ADV, the birds right fairly 
Are singing ever eady : 
The lark, the thrush, the nightlngale, 
The make-sport cuckoo and the quail. 
These sing of Love ! then why sleep ye ? 
To love your sleep it may hot he. 

From THOIAS GREAVES' ._ç,¢" " 

ADY, the melting crystal of your eye 
Likc frozen «lrops upon your cheek_ did lie ; 



LI'ZABT['AN .çONG-BOO'.ç. 

Mine eye was dancing on them with delight, 
And saw love's flames within them burning bright, 
Which did mine eye entice 
To play with burning ice ; 
But O, rny heart thus sporting with desire, 
My careless eye did set rny heart on tire. 

O that a drop from such a sweet fount flying 
Should flame like tire and leave my heart a-dying ! 
I burn rny tears can never drench if 
Till in your eyes I bathe my heart and quench it : 
But there, alas, love with his tire lies sleeping, 
And ail conspire to burn my heart with weeping. 

From .[os W.soEs z[a'ig-a[a, 
x598. 

ADY, when I behold the roses sprouting, 
Which clad in darnask mantles deck the arbours, 
And then behold your lips where sweet love 
harbours, 
My eyes present me with a double doubting : 
For viewing both alike, hardly rny mind supposes 
Whether the roses be your lips or your lips [be] the 
roses. 



l"fore J. D.vCs Soif af tt« 
Ltt, l/'iol amt 'oic, 6o6. 

ET not Chloris rhin,k, because 
She hath unvassel d me, 
That ber beauty c.an give la's 
To others that are free : 
I was ruade to hethe prey 
And booty of ber eyes ! 
In my bosom, she may say. 
ller greatest kingdom lies, 

Though others may her brow adore, 
Yet more must I that therein sec far more 
Thart any other's eyes bave power to sec ; 
She is fo me 
More than to any others she can be. 
I can discern more secret notes 
That ir the margin of ber cheeks Love quotes 
Than any else besides bave art to read ; 
No looks proceed 
From those fait eyes but to me wonder breed. 

0 then why 
Should she fly 
From him to whom her sight 
Doth add so much above her might ? 
Why should not she 
till joy to reign in me ? 



E.L[ZA BETI[AN SOVG-BO01S.  

From WILLIAM BYRD'S Palms, 
Song and Sonnais, x6x . 

ET hot the sluggish sleep 
Close up thy waking eye, 
Until with judgment deep 
Thy daily deeds thou try : 
He that one sin in conscience keeps " 
When he to quiet goes, 
More vent'rous is than he that sleeps 
With twenty mortaI foes. 

ET us in a lovers' round 
Circle ail this hallowed ground ; 
Softly, sofily tfip and go, 
The light-foot Fairies jet it so. 
Forward then, and back again, 
Here and there and everywhere, 
Winding to and fro, 
Sklpping high and louting low ; 
And, like loyers, hand in hand, 
Match around and make a stand. 



From TnoM^$ Ws'ELKES" adri- 
gai* of Six P«rtz, t6o 

IKE two proud ,armies marching in the field,-- 
Joining a thund ring fight, each scorns to }'idd,u 
So in my heart your beauty and my reason : 
One c|aims the crown, the other says 'ris treason. 
But oh ! your heauty shincth as th¢ sttn ; 
Aad dazzled r¢ason yields as quite undone. 

From TnoM^s W¢'¢'LgES' 
£als fo Tiret, 1Cour, Fiv¢ aM 
-çix Voic¢d, "597. 

O ! Country sport that seldom fadcs ; 
A garland of the spring, 
A prize for dancing, country maids 
With merry pipes we bring. 
Then ail at onceJ,r out lozvn cries ! 
Fipe on, for we will ha,ce the prize. 

'rotn THOMAS C^$IPION'S "UO 
Boog's of .qir* (circ. I613). 

O, when back mine eye 
Pi|grim-|ike 1 cast, 
VChat fearful ,,vays I spic 
Which, blidcd, [ ,:cul,:ly pcd ! 



But now heaven hath drawn 
From my brows that night ; 
As when the day doth dawn, 
So clears my long-imprisoned sight. 
Straight the Caves of Hell 
Dressed with flowers I see, 
Wherein False Pleasures dwell, 
That, winning most, most deadly be. 
Throngs of maskèd fiends, 
Winged like angels, fly ; 
Even in the gates of friends, 
In fait disguise black dangers lie. 
Straight to heaven I raised 
My restorèd sight, 
And with loud voice I praised 
The LORD of ever-during light. 
And since I had strayed 
From IIis ways so wide» 
His grace I humbly prayed 
|Ienceforth to be my guard and guide. 

From JOHN II^¥N^RD'$ T*vcl*,e 
THE COL'RTIER. 
ONG have I lived in Court, 
Yet learned hot ail this while 
To ll poor suiters smoke, 
Nor where I hate to smile ; 



Superiors to adore, 
lnferiors to despise, 
To flie from such as fall, 
To follow such as fise : 

To cloak a poor desire 
Under a fich array, 
Nor to aspire by Vice, 
Though "twere the quicker way. 

From Roeaa" JoNs' Secol 

OVE is a bable, 
No man is able 
To say 'ris this or 'ris that ; 
So full of passions 
Of sundry fahions, 
'Tis like I cannot tell what. 

Love's fair in the cradle, 
Foui in the fable, 
"Tis either too cold or too hot ; 
An arrant liar, 
Fed by desire, 
It is and yet it is hot. 

Love is a fellow 
Clad oft in yellow,  

s The colour ofjcalousy. 



£LZAI£H.N çO2VG.I100KS. 

The canker-worm of the mind, 
A privy mischief, 
And such a sly thief 
No man knows which way to find. 

Love is a wonder 
That's here and 7onder, 
As common to one as to moe ; 
A monstrous cheater, 
Every man's debtor ; 
Hang him and so let him go. 

71[ 

From Jou WLnv's Second Set 
of Madrigals, t6o9. 

OVE not me for comely grace, 
For my pleasing eye or face, 
Hot for any outward part : 
No, nor for a constant heart ! 
['or these may fail or turn to iii : 
So thou and I shall sever. 
Keep therefore a true woman'_ eye, 
And love me still» but know not why 
So hast thou the same reason still 
To doat upon me ever. 



L YRIC.ç FR 

From ROBERT JOUES' SecondB,k 
OE$o a,ul Ain, 6o. 

OVE'S goal is n boy, 
lgone but cowherds regard him, 
llis dart is a toy, 
Great opinion bath marred him ; 
The fear of the wag 
l [ath nxaxle him so brag ; 
Chide him, he'll file thee 
And hot corne nigh thee. 
Little boy, pretty knave, shoot hot af random, 
For if }-ou hit me, slave, l'L1 tell your grandam. 

Fond love is a child 
And his cornpass is narrow, 
'oung fools are beguiled 
With the faine of his arrow ; 
He dareth hot strike 
If his stroke do mislike : 
Cupid, do you hear me ? 
Corne hot too near me. 
Litfle boy, pretty knave, hence I beseech you, 
For if you hit me, knave, in faith I'll breech you. 

Th' ape loves to meddle 
XVhen he finds a man idle, 
Else is he a-flirting 
X.Vhere his mark is a-courting ; 
.Vhet3 womet grow true 
Corne teach me to sue, 



ELIZABETHAN SONG-BOOA'S. 

Then l'Il corne to thee 
Pray thee and woo thee. 
Little boy, pretty knave, make me not stagger, 
For if you hit me, knave, l'Il ca.Il thee, beggar. 

73 

From ROIT Jour ;" Second 1oo" 
of StatUt a,ul Airs, z6oL 

OVE winged my hopes and taught me how to fly 
Far from base earth, but hot to mount too high : 
For true pleasure 
Lives in measure, 
XVhJch if men forsake, 
Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take. 

But my vain hopes, proud of their new-taught flight, 
Enamoured sought to woo the sun's fait light, 
Whose rich brightness 
Ioved their lightness 
To aspire so high 
That ail scorched and consumed with tire now drown'd 
in woe they lie. 

And none but Love their woeful hap did rue, 
For Love did know that their desires were true ; 
Though Fate frown?ed, 
And now drownèd 
They in sorrow dwell, 
It was the purest light of heaven for  hose fait love 
they fell. 



  L I'Iç lC$ Flç O W 

From THo^s C^WON'S T'd 
 OE' (ci 6). 

/ AIDS are simple," some men say, 
"They forsooth will trust no men." 
Eut should they raen's wills obey, 
Maids were very simple then. 

Trth a rare flower now is grown, 
Few men wear it in their hearts ; 
Loyers are more easily known 
By their folli¢s than deserts. 

Saler may we credit give 
To a f-ithless wandering Jew, 
Than a young man's vows believe 
When he swears his love is true. 

Love they make a poor blind child, 
But let none trust such as he ; 
Iather than to he begailed, 
Ever let me simple be. 

From Melismata, a6. 
THE ELLMAN°S SONG. 
M AIDS to bcd and c.over coal ; 
Lct the mouse out of ber hole ; 



£LIZABETHAIV SONG-BOOA'S. 

Crickets in the chimney sing 
Whilst the little bell doth ring ; 
If fast asleep, who can tell 
When the clapper hits the bell ? 

From M^RTIN PEERSON'S 
tCCtS Or Grave Cambc 
z$lufc, 63o. 

ORE than most fait, fuil of all heavenly tire, 
Kindled above to shew the lIaker's glory ; 
13eauty's tirst-born, in whom all powers conspire 
To write the Graces' lire and Muses' story ; 
If in my heart ail nymphs else be defacèd, 
Honour the shrine where you alone are placèd. 

Thou window of the sky, and pride of spirits, 
True character of honour in perfection, 
Thou heavenly creature, judge ofearthly merits, 
And glorious prison of men's pure affection : 
If in my heart ail nymphs else be defacèd 
I Ionour the shrine where you alone are placèd. 

From THO^S V^UTO'S StocKs of 
',evs Cit; and iVtD«rts, 
16x9. 

M OTIIER, I will have a husband, 
And I will have him out of hand ! 
liother, I will sure have one 
In spire of ber that will have none. 



John-a-Dun should have had me long ere this : 
He said I had good lips to k/ss. 
Mother, I will sure bave one 
In spire of ber that will have none. 

For I bave heard 'ris trim 'hen folks do love ; 
I',y good Sir John I swear now I will prove. 
For, Mother, I will sure bave one 
In spite of ber that will bave none. 

To the town, therefore, wi]l I gad 
To get me a hushand, good or bad. 
Mother, I wiil sure have one 
In spite of ber that will bave none. 

From llm^t Es'E's /'add- 
.al* OE Trce, Four and Firt 

I Y hope a counsel with my heart 
I Iath long desired fo be, 
And marvels much so dear a friend 
I» not retain'd by me. 

She doth condemn my ha.ste 
In passing the estate 
Of my whole lire into their hands 
X,'ho nought repays but hate : 



,EL IZ.R B TII.R N $O NC,-BOO K$. 

And hot sufficed with this, she says, 
I did release the right 
Of rny enjoyèd liberties 
Unto your beauteous sight. 

¥ love bound me with a kiss 
That I should no longer stay ; 
When I felt so sweet a bliss 
I had less poxver to part away : 
Alas, that women doth hot know 
Kisses make men loath to go 

Yes, she knows it but too well, 
For I heard when Venus' dove 
In her ear did softly tell 
That kisses were the seals of love : 
0 muse hot then though it be so, 
Kisses make men loath to go. 

"Vherefore did she thus inflame 
My desires heat my blood, 
Instantly to quench the saine 
And starve whom she had given food ? 
the common sense can show, 
Kisscs make men loath to go. 



7 

I. IYRICS ,FRO,M 

Had she bid me go at first 
It would ne'er have grieved my heart, 
llope delayed had been the worst ; 
But ah to kiss and then to part ! 
tlow deep it struck, speak, gods» you know 
Kisses make men loath to go. 

From Rong'r JoNs'..çs¢oadBook 
of Sogs a,ul Airs, 6ox. 

/I Y Love is neither young nor ohl, 
Not fiery-hot nor frozen-cold, 
Bttt fresh and fait as springing briar 
]31ooming the fruit of love's desire ; 
Not snowy-white nor rosy-red, 
But fait enongh for shepherd's bed ; 
And such a love was never seen 
On hill or dale or country-g¢een. 

From Wil.I.I.I I]¥RD°$ Pal«s, 

I| Y mind to me a kingdom is : 
.i. Such perfect joy therein I final 
That it exeels al1 other bliss 
That God or nature bath assigne& 
Though much I want, that most would ha,'e, 
Yet still my mind forbids tu crau:. 



IILIZ.BETHAI ,.çONG-BOOKS. 
No princely port, nor wealthy store, 
No force to win a victory, 
No wily wit to salve a sore, 
No shape to win a loving eye ; 
To none of these I yield as thrall ! 
For why ? my mind despise th¢m ail. 
I see that plenty surfeits oR, 
And hasty climbers soonest fall ; 
I see that such as are aloft, 
Mishap doth threaten most of ail. 
These get with toil, and keep with fear : 
Such cares my mind c.an never bear. 
I press to bear no haughty sway, 
I wish no more than may suffice, 
I do no more, than weil I may ; 
Look, what I want, my mind supplies. 
Lo, thus I triumph like a king, 
My mind content with any thing. 
I laugh hot at another's loss, 
Nor gcudge hOt at another's gain. 
No worldly waves my mind can toss» 
I brook that is another's bane; 
I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend, 
I loathe hot life nor dread mine end. 
My wealth is health and perfect ease ; 
And conscience clear my chief defence ; 
I never seek by bribes to please, 
Nor by desert to give offence, 
Thus do I lire, thus will I die : 
Would ail did so as wcll as I ! 

79 



From Jouu Mvts Sot ami 

l/I " prime ofyouth is but a frost ofcares l 
My feast ofjoy is but a dish of pain ! 
My crop of corn is but a field of tares ! 
And ail my good is but vain hope of gain ! 
My life is fled, and yet I saw no sun ! 
And now I lire, and now my lire is done ! 

The Spring is past, and yet it bath not sprung ! 
The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves be green ! 
My youth is gone, and yet I ara but young ! 
I saw the Wodd and ),et I was not seen ! 
My thread is cut, and yet itis hot spun ! 
And now I lire, and now my lire is done. 

Book of ir, t60t. 

I'ivamus» mca Lesia, atout attumus. 
"IX ,,I v »wetet Lt,ia, kt , iv« an o,:e, 
And though the sager sort our deeds reprove 
Let us hot weigh them. Iteaven's great lamps do dire 
Into their west, and straight again revive ; 
But, soon as once is set our little light, 
Then must we sleep onc ever-during night. 



LIZBTHV SONC-BOOIfS. 

If ail would lead their lives in love like me, 
Then bloody swords and armour should not be ; 
No dram nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, 
Unless alarm came from the Camp of Love : 
But fools do lire and waste their little light, 
And seek with pain their ever-during night. 

When timely death my lire and fortunes ends, 
Let not my hearse be vext with mourning friends ; 
But let ail lovers, rich in triumph, corne 
And with swcet pastimes grace my happy tomb : 
And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light 
And crown with love my ever-during night. 

From JoI-IN I)OWI.AND'S First 
Boo of Song$ os" .ir$, x597. 

/I ¥ Thoughts are winged with Hopes, my Hopes 
with Love : 
lIount Love unto the moon in clearest night, 
And say, as she doth in the heavens move, 
In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight : 
And whisper this, but softly, in her ears, 
"Hope oft doth hang the head and Trust shed tears." 
And you, my Thoughts, that some mistnst do carry, 
If for mistrust my mistress do you blame, 
Say, though you alter, yet you do not vary, 
As she doth change and yet remain the saine ; 
Distrust doth enter hearts, but not infect, 
And Love is sweetest seasoned with Suspect. 
G 



If she for this with clouds do mask ber eyes 
And make the heavens dark with her disdain, 
With windy sighs disperse them in the skies 
Or with thy tears dissolve them into tain. 
Thoughts, Hopes, and Love, retum to me no more 
Till Cynthia shine as she bath done before. 

From THOn%AS CA%iiO'S Tldrd 

N EVER love unless yoa can 
Bear with ail the faults of man : 
Men sometimes will jealous be 
Though but little cause they see; 
And hang the head as discontent, 
And speak what straight they will repent. 

Men that but one saint adore 
Make a show of love to more ; 
Beauty must be scomed in none, 
Though but trly served in one : 
For what is courtship but disguise ? 
True hearts may have dissembling eyes. 

Men, when their ail'airs require, 
Must awhile themse]ves retire ; 
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk, 
And not ever sit and talk : 
If these and such-like you can bear, 
Then like, and love, and never fear ! 



ELIZ,d13TH,4.V SONG-BO01'S. 83 

From JOHN F^Ir.IEI'S First Set 
of £nglitk tladgals, x599. 
(Verses by Samuel Daiel.) 

N OW each creature joys the other, 
Passing happy days and hours : 
One bird reports unto another 
By the fall of silver showers ; 
Whilst the Earth, our common Mothcr, 
llath hcr bosom decked with flowers. 

From THO,AS WEELK"/ladri- 
Kal$, z597. 

N OW every tree renews his summer's green, 
Why is your heart in winter's garments clad ? 
$'our b.eauty says my love is summer's queen, 
But your cold love like winter makes me sad : 
Then either spring with buds of love again 
Or else congeal my thoughts with your disdain. 

From Pammdia, x6oç. 
N OW God be with old Simeon, 
For he ruade c.ans for many-a-one, 
And a good old man was he ; 



84 

And Jinkin was his journeyman, 
And he could tipple of eveq, can, 
And thas he said to me : 
"To whom drink you ?" 
"Sir knave, to )'ou." 
Then he-ho, jolly Jinkin ! 
I spie a knave in drinking. 

Front ROB£T Jous" f]ltimum 
ltak or T&ird Boa of Airs 

N OW bave I learn'd with much ado at last 
By true disdain to kill desire ; 
This was the mark at which I shot so fast, 
Unto this height I did aspire : 
Prottd Love, now do thy worst and spaxe 
For thee and ail thy shafis I care hot. 
What hast thou leR wherewith to more my mind, 
Vehat life to quicken dead desire? 
I count thy words and oaths as light as wind, 
I feel no heat in ail thy tire : 
Go, change thy bow and get a stronger, 
Go, break thy shafts and buy thee longer. 
In vain thou bait'st thy hook with beauty's blaze, 
In vain thy wanton eyes allure ; 
These are but toys for them that love to gaze, 
1 know what harm thy Iooks procure : 
Some strange conceit must be devised, 
Or thou and ail thy skil| despised. 



ELIZABETIL L'V" SOVG-O01'S. 85 

From TtoAs FoD'S fui¢ OE 
Surv l':'ns, x6o7. 

N OW I see thy looks were feignbd 
Quickly lost, and quickly gainbd ; 
Soit thy skin, like wool of wethers, 
IIeart inconstant, light as feathers, 
Tongue untrusty, subtle sighted, 
Wanton will with change delighted. 
Siren, pleasant foe fo reason, 
Cupid plague thee for thy treason ! 

Of thine eye I made my mirror, 
From thy beauty came my error, 
Ail thy words I counted witty, 
Ail thy sighs I deemèd pity, 
Thy false tears, that me aggrievèd 
First of ail my trust deceivèd. 
Siren, pleasant foe fo reason, 
Cupid plague thee for thy treason ! 

Feigned acceptance when I askèd, 
Lovely words with cunning maskèd, 
Holy vows, but heart unholy ; 
Wretched man, my trust was folly ; 
Lily white, and pretty winking, 
Solemn vows but sorry thinking. 
Siren, pleasant foe to reason, 
Cupid plague thee for thy treason ! 

Now I see, 0 seemly cuel, 
Others warm them at my fuel, 



Wit shall guide me in this durance 
Since in love is no assurance : 
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure, 
13eauty is a fading treasure. 
Siren, pleasant foe to reason, 
Cupid, plague thee for thy treason ! 

Prime youth lasts hot, age will follow 
And make white those tresses yellow ; 
XX'rinkled face, for looks delightful, 
hall acquaint the dame despiteful. 
And when rime shall date thy glory, 
Then too late thou wilt be sorry. 
Siren, pleasant foe to reason, 
Cupid plague thee for thy treason ! 

From To^s W,gLws' Bali¢ts 
and/llrdr/.g'a/, x598. 

N OW is my Chloris fresh as llay, 
Clad ail in geen and flowers gay. 
Fa la la ! 
O might I think August were near 
That harvest joy might soon appear. 
Fa la la ! 
But she keeps May throughout the year, 
And August never cornes the near. 
Fa la la ! 
Yet xx'ill I hope, though she be May, 
August xvill corne another day. 
Fa la la : 



ELIZBETHN SONG-BOOKg.  

From THOm^S MORLEY'S First 
Boo of Ballet, t595. 

N OW is the month of maying, 
When merry lads are playing 
Each with his bonny lass 
Upon the greeny grass. 
Fa la la ! 

The spring clad ail in gladness 
Doth laugh at winter's sadness, 
And to the bagpipe's sound 
The nymphs tread out their ground. 
Fa la la ! 

Fie then, why sit we musing, 
Vouth's sweet delight refusing ? 
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak, 
Shall we play barley-break. 
Fa la la ! 

From THost^s C^Mv]O'S Tldrd 
Book O.[irs (ch'c. t6t3). 

N OW let her change ! and spare not ! 
Since she proves strange, I c.are hot ! 
Feigned love charmed so my delight, 
That still I doted on ber sight. 
But she is gone ! new joys embracing, 
And my distress disgracing. 



V'nen did I err in blindness ? 
Or vex her with unkindness ? 
If my cares served ber alone, 
Why is she thus untimely gone ? 
True love ab!des to th' hour of dying : 
False love is ever flying. 

FaLse ! then farewell for ever ! 
Once false proves faithfui never ! 
He that boasts now of thy love, 
Shall soon my present fortunes prove 
Were he as fair as hright Adonis : 
Faith is hot h«d where none is ! 

From Tnos WEgL«' 
gal OE Fi,e ad Sir Farfs, 

N OW let us make a merry greeting 
And thank God Cupid for out meeting : 
lly heart is full ofjoy and pleasure 
Since thou art here, mine only treasure. 
Now will we dance and spor and play 
And sing a merry roundelay. 



ELIZBETltN SONG-BOO&'S. g9 

From Rotml'r Joue.s'$ çecend 
Boak o/ ir, t(ot. (Attri- 
buted to Sir Walter Raleigh.) 

N OW what is love, I pray thee tell ? 
It is that fountain and that well 
Where pleasures and repentance dwell ; 
It is perhaps that sancing-bell  
That tolls ail in to heaven or hell : 
And this is love, as I hear tell. 
Now what is love, I pray thee say ? 
It is a work on holyday, 
It is December matched with May, 
When lusty bloods in fresh array 
Hear ten months after of their play = 
And this is love, as I hear say. 
Now what is love, I pray thee feign ? 
It is a sunshine mixed with rain, 
It is a gentle pleasing pain, 
A flower that dies and springs again, 
It is a No that would full fain : 
And this is love as I hear sain. 

S'et what is love, I pray thee say ? 
It is a pretty shady way 
As well found out by night as day, 
It is a thing will soon decay ; 
Then take the vantage whilst you may : 
And this is love, as I hear say. 
t Saint's-bell ; the little bell Ihat called to prayers. 



L'RIC.ç lROlf 

Now what is love, I pray thee show ? 
A thing that creeps, it cannot go, 
A prize that passeth to and fro, 
A thing for one, a thing for mo, 
And he that proves shall find it so : 
And this is love, as I well know. 

From THO^s C^MrlON'$ T]ird 
BoI OE Ain (circ. 

N OW winter nights enlarge 
The nnmber of their honrs, 
And clouds their storms discharge 
Upon the airy 1owers. 
Let now the chimneys blaze, 
And cnps o'erflow svith svine ; 
Let well-tnned svords amaze 
With harraony divine. 
Now yellow svaxen lights 
Shall wait on honey love, 
While youthful revels, masques, and ¢onrtly sights 
Sleep's leaden spells remove. 

This rime doth vell dispense 
With loyers' long disconrse ; 
Mnch speech hath some defence 
Though beanty no remorse. 
AIl do hot ail things ,ell ; 
Some measnres comely tread, 



ELIZqBETHqN SONG-BOOA'S. 

Some knotted riddles tell, 
Some poems smoothly read. 
The summer hath his joys 
And winter his delights ; 
Though love and ail his pleasures are but toys, 
They shorten tedious nights. 

From Jobs W^so's First Set of 
Enlia zJ'adrfKals , t6t 3. 

O SAY, dear lire, when shall these twin-born 
berries, 
So lovely-ripe, by my rude lips be tasted ? 
Shall I not pluck {sweet, say not nay) those cherries ? 
O let them hot with summer's heat be blasted. 
Nature, thou know'st, bestow'd them free on thee ; 
Then be thou kindbestow them free on me. 

From Jonu F^RstEa's First Set 
of Englilz 2¢fadriKal, a599. 

O STA¥, sweet love; see here the place of sporting ; 
These gentle flowers stalle sweetly to invite us, 
And chirping birds are hitherwards resorting, 
Warbling sweet notes only fo delight us : 
Then stay, dear Love, for though thou run from me, 
Run ne'er so fa.st, yet I will follow thee. 



I though{, my love, that I should overtake you ; 
Sweet heart, sit do-n under this shadowed tree, 
And I will promise never to forsake you, 
So you will grant fo me a lover's fee. 
Whercat she smiled and kindly to me said-- 
I never meant to lire and die a maid. 

O SWEET, alas, what say you ? 
Ay me, that face discloses 
The scarIet blush of swect vermillon roses. 
And yet, alas, I know hot 
If such a crimson staining 
]Be for love or disdaining ; 
But if of love it grow hot, 
]e it disdain conceivèd 
To see us of love's fruits so long bereavd. 

From Tffoitl^s C^I¢PlON'S Tlzird 
oo1 q/.in (cire. a6x). 

O SWEET delight, O more than human bliss 
With ber to lire that ever loving is ! 
To hear her speak whose words are so well placed 
That she by them, as they by her are graced ! 
Those looks fo view that feast the  iewer's eye, 
llow blest is he that may so rive and die ! 



ILIZABITHAN SONC.-BOOA°S. 
Such love as this the Golden Times did know, 
When ail did reap and none took care to sow ; 
Such love as this an endless summer makes, 
And ail distaste from frail affection takes. 
So loved, so blest in my beloved ara I : 
Which till their eyes ache let iron men envy ! 

93 

From ROSIT Jo.s' Ultimum 
Vale or T/drd Book of M 

FT have I mused the cause to find 
Why Love in lady's eyes should dwell ; 
I thought, because himself was blind, 
tte look'd that they should guide him well : 
And sure his hope but seldom fails, 
For Love by ladies' eyes prevails. 

But time at last hath taught me wit, 
Ahhough I bought my wit full dear ; 
For by her eyes my heart is hit, 
Deep is the wound though none appear : 
Their glancing beams as darts he throws, 
And sure he hath no shafts but those. 

I mused to see their eyes so bright, 
And little thought they had been tire ; 
I gazed upon them with delight, 
But that delight hath bred desire : 
What better place can Love desire 
Than that where grow both shafts and tire ? 



From JoHN A'r'rt'g°s ¥1rt Baok 
OE Aim, t6aa. 

N a time the amorous Silvy 
Said to her shepherd, ' Sweet, how do you ? 
Kiss me this once, and then God be wi' },ou, 
/I- sweetest dear! 
Kiss me thls once and then God be wi' }'ou, 
For now the morning draweth near.' 

With that, ber fairest bosom showing, 
Opening ber lips, rich perfumes blowing, 
She said, ' Now kiss me and be going, 
My sweetest dear! 
Kiss me this once and then be going, 
For now the morning draweth near.' 

With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, 
And, spying where the day ,vas peeping, 
/le said, 'Now take my soul in keeping, 
My sweetest dear ! 
Kiss me, and take my soul in keeping, 
Since 1 mu.st go, now day is near.' 



£LIZAB£THAN SONC,-BOOKS. ç5 

From ROER JoNES' First Boo 
of Song ami Air:, x6cx. 

NCE did I love and yet I live, 
Though love and truth be now forgotten ; 
Then did I joy, now do I grieve 
That holy vows must now be broken. 

llers be the blame that caused it so, 
Mine be the grief though it be mickle ;t 
She shall bave shame, ! cause to know 
XVhat 'tis to love a dame so fickle. 

Love ber that list, I ara content 
For that chameleon-like she changeth, 
¥ielding such mists as may prevent 
My sight to view her when she rangeth. 

Let him hOt vaunt that gains my loss, 
For when that he and time hath proved her, 
She may him bring to Weeping-Cross : 
I say no more, because I loved her. 

From HENRY YOULL'S 
fo Thrct Ioiccs, x6o8. 

NCE I thought to die for love, 
Till I round that women prove 



.L }RICS FEOJI 

Traitors in their smiling : 
They say men unconstant be, 
But they themselves love chaage, we see, 
And ail is but beguiling. 

From Tos We.t.KS" 3[adri- 
gal, $97. 

O UR country-swains in the morris dance 
Thus woo and win their brides, 
Will for our town the hobby horse 
At pleasure frolic rides = 
I woo with tears -nd ne'er the ne-r, 
I die in grief and lire in fe-r. 

From (iLF_$ '.çRNAD¥»S CilttO- 
ets, $98o 

p IEICE did love f-ir Petronel 
Because she sang and dancd well 
And gallantly could prank it ; 
l le pulled her and he haul'd her 
And ofientimes he c-ll'd ber 
lïimrose pcarls prick'd in a blanket. 



£ L IZtI BETtI. 31 SO Arç.-BOO It'S. 97 

p OU R forth, mine eyes, the fountains of your tcars ; 
Break, heart, and die, for now no hope appears ; 
Hope, upon which before my thoughts were fed, 
IIath left me quite forlorn and from me fled. 
Yet, sec, she smiles ! 0 sec, some hope appears ! 
Hold, heart, and lire ; mine eyes, cease offyour tears. 

OBIN is a lovely lad, 
1No lass a smoother ever had ; 
Tommy hath a look as bright 
As is the rosy morning light ; 
Tib is dark and brown of hue, 
But like her colour firm and true; 
Jenny hath a lip to kiss 
Whereln a spring of nectar is ; 
Simkin well his mirth can place 
And words to wln a woman's grace ; 
Sib is ail in ail to me, 
There is no Queen of Love but shc. 
H 



From THOMAS IAVENSCROFT'S 
''¢f /ou rt, 6x4. 

THE SATYRS  DANCE. 
OUND-A, round-a, keep your ring : 
To the glorious sun we sing, 
Ho, ho ! 
IIe that wears the flaming rays, 
And th' imperial crown of bays, 
llim with shouts and songs we praisew 
Ho, ho ! 
That in his bounty he'd vouchsafe to grace 
The humble sylvans and thelr shaggy race. 

Frorn THOMAS ]I'ORLE¥'S 'ano- 
nets, %593- 

S EE, see, mine own sweet jewel, 
What I have for my darling : 
A robin-redbreast and a starling. 
These I give both in hope to more thee ; 
Yet thou say'st I do hOt love thee. 



I.LIZABETHAN S02rG-BOOKS. 

From WlLLI^M CORKINEtS Airs, 
x6o. 

S IIALL a frown or angry eye, 
Shall a word unfitly placèd, 
Shall a shadow make me flie 
As if I were with tigers chasèd ? 
Love must not be so disgracèd. 
Shall I woo her in despight ? 
Shall I turn her from her flying ? 
Shall I tempt her with delight ? 
Shall I laugh at her denying ? 
No : beware of loyers' crying. 
Shall I then with patient mind 
Still attend her wayward pleasure ? 
Time will make her prove more kind, 
Let her coyness then take leisure : 
She is worthy such a treasure. 

From ]>ICHARD ALISON S 'Pt 
Hour'* Recreation lu luffc, 
16o6. 

S HALL I abide this jesting ? 
I weep, and she's a-feasting ! 
0 cruel fancy, that so doth blind me 
To love one that doth not mind me : 

Can I abide this prancing ? 
I weep, and she's a-dancing ! 
0 cruel fancy, so to betray me ! 
Thou goest about to slay me. 



oo L YRIC3 FROM" 

From Tuom^s C^.Pm's T/drd 
k OE Air$ (¢irc. 

S I-[ALL I corne, sweet Love, to thee 
When the evening beams are set ? 
Shall I hot excluded be, 
XVill you find no feignèd let ? 
Let me hot, for pity, more 
Tell the long hours ai your door. 
Who can tell what thief or foe, 
In the covert of the night, 
For his prey will work my woe, 
Or through wicked foul despite ? 
So may I die unredrest 
Ere my long love be possest. 
But to let sttch dangers pass, 
,Vhich a lover's thoughts disdain, 
"Tis enough in such a place 
To attend love's joys in vain : 
15o hot mock me in thy bed, 
Vhile these cold nights freeze me dead. 

HALL I look to ease my grief? 
No, my sight is lost with eying : 
Shall I speak and beg relief? 
1o, my ,oice is hoarse with co, ing : 
XVhat remains but only dying ? 



ELIZABETHAN SO«VG-BOOKS. 

Love and I of late did part, 
But the boy, my peace envying, 
Like a Parthian threw his dart 
Backward, and did wound me flying : 
What remains but only dying ? 

She whom then I look:d on, 
My remembrance beautifying, 
Stays with me though I am gone, 
Gone and at her mercy lying : 
What remains but only dying ? 

Shall I try her thoughts and xvrite ? 
No I have no means of tryig : 
If I should, yet at first sight 
She would answer with denying : 
What remains but only dying ? 

Thus my vital breath doth waste, 
And, my blood with sorrow drying, 
Sighs and tears make lire to last 
For a while, their place supplying : 
What remains but only dying ? 

From ROBtRT JONES' Fira Book 
o./Airs, xot. 

S H E whose matchless beauty staineth 
What best judgment fair'st niaintaineth, 
5he, O shc, nly love disdaineth. 



LI'RICS FOM 
Cana creature, so excelling, 
tlarbour scorn in beauty's dwelling, 
Ail kind pity thence expelling? 
Pity beauty much commendeth 
And th' embracer of befriendeth 
, hen ail eye-contentment endeth. 
Time proves beauty transitory ; 
Scorn, the stain of beauty's glory, 
In rime makes the scorner sorry. 
lone adores the sun decliuing ; 
Love ail love falls to resigning 
When the sun of love leaves shining. 
So, when flower of beauty fails thee, 
And age, stealing on, assails thee, 
Then mark what this scorn avails thee. 
Then those hearts, which now complaining 
Feel the wounds of thy disdaining, 
Shall contemn thy beamy waning. 
'ea, thine own heart, now dear-prizèd, 
Shall with spire and grief surprisèd 
Burst to find itself despis&l. 
When like barres bave them requited 
Who in others' barres delighted, 
Pleasinly the wron'd are righted. 
Such revenge my wrongs attending, 
1 lope still lives on rime depending, 
ly thy plag,es thy torrents endiJg. 



ILIZ.4BTIN ,ONG-BOOA°,. 

 595. 

IIOOT, false Love ! I care hot ; 
Spend thy shafts and spare not! 
Fa la la ! 
I fear not, I, thy might, 
And less I weigh thy spite ; 
AIl naked I unarm me,- 
If thou canst, now shoot and harm me ! 
So lightly I esteem thee 
As now a child I dream thee. 
Fa la la Ia ! 

Long thy bow did fear i me, 
While thy pomp did blear me ; 

Fa la la ! 

But now I do perceive 
Thy art is to deceive ; 
And every simple loyer 
Ail thy falsehood can discover. 
Then weep, Love ! and be sorry, 
For thou hast lost thy glory. 
Fa la la la ! 

 Frighcn. 



From TeoAs CAO'S T, tird 
 OE.4z, (cixc. 6). 

S ILLY boy I 'tis full moon yet, thy night as day 
shines clearly ; 
IIad thy youth but wit to fear, thou couldst hOt love 
so dearly. 
Shortly wilt thou mourn when ail thy pleasures be 
bereavèd, 
Little knows he how to love that never was deceivèd. 

This is thy first maiden-flame that triumphs yet 
unstain/d, 
Ail is artless now you speak, hot one word is feign/d ; 
Ail is heaven that you behold, and ail your thoughts 
are blessèd, 
But no spring can want his fall, each Troilus hath his 
Cressid. 

Thy well-ordered locks ere long shall rudely hang 
neglected, 
)nd thy lively pleasant cheer rend grief on earth 
dejected ; 
Much then wilt thou blame thy Saint, that ruade thy 
heart so holy 
And with sighs confess, in love that too much faith is 
fi,lly. 



ELIZABETHI SOIG-BOOKS. to5 
Yet be jut and constant still, Love may beget OE 
wonder, 
iot unlike - summcr's l'rost or winter'$ fatal thunder : 
fie that holds his sweetheart true unto his day of dying, 
Lires» of ail that ever breathed, most worthy the 
envying. 

From GILES FARNABY'S Ca:oz, o- 
nets, :598 . 

IMKIN said that Sis was fair, 
Anti that he meant to love ber ; 
fie set her on his ambling mare,-- 
All this he did to prove her. 

When they came home Sis floted cream 
And poured it through a strainer, 
But sware that Simkin should bave none 
Because he did disdain her. 

From To^s FORD'S [usiC of 
5ulr A'iMs, 

INCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour 
and renown ye, 
If now I be disdained I wish my heart had never 
hnown ye. 
What ? I that loved and yott that liked shall we begin 
to wrangle ? 
No, no no, ly heart is fast, and c.nnot disentang|. 



io6 L'BICS FROM 

If I admire or pralse )'ou too much, that fault you may 
forgive me 
Or if my hands had strayed but a touch, then justly 
rnight you leave me. 
I asked you leave, you bade me love ; is't now a tlme 
to chide me? 
No no no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betlde me. 

The sun whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no 
beholder, 
And your sweet beat, ty past compare ruade my poor 
eyes the bolder, 
XYhcre beauty movs, and wit delights and signs of 
kindness bind me 
There, O there ! where'er I go I'll leave my heart 
bchind me. 

From Tttot.,,s },],ORLI¥'$ Firt 
Boa& ,./" Balletg,  $95. 

S ING we and chant it 
While love doth grant it. 
Fa la la ! 

Not long youth lasteth, 
And old age hasteth. 

Fa la la ! 

Now is best leisure 
To take uta plcasure. 

]"a la la ! 



ELIZABETttAzV SOzVG-BOOlt'S. 

AIl things invite us 
lNow to delight us. 

Fa la la ! 

tlence c.are be packing, 
1No mirth be lacking. 

Fa la la ! 

Let spare no trcasure 
To live in plcasurc. 

Fa la la ! 

o7 

From THO^s BAT.SON'S First 
Set of £nglisk zlladriA-al* , 
6o4. 

ISTER, awake ! close not your eycs ! 
The day her light discloscs, 
And thc bright morning doth arise 
Out of hcr bed of roses. 

See, the clear sun, the world's bright eye, 
In at our window peeping : 
Lo ! how ho blusheth to espy 
Us idle wenches sleeping. 

Therefore, awake ! make haste, I say, 
Aud let us, without staying, 
Ail in out gowns of gTeen so gay 
htto the park a-maying. 



From Toxs CAPmN'S T/rd 
Boo ,f 4ir (ci. z6z). 

S LEEP, an,y beauty, sleep and fear hot me ! 
For who a sleepitg lion dates provoke ? 
If shall suffice me here to sit and sec 
Those lips shut up that tever kindly spoke : 
What sight can more content a lover's mind 
Than beauty seeming harmless, if tot kind ? 

My words have charmcd her, for secure she sleeps, 
Though guilty much of wrong donc to my ]ove ; 
And in her slumber, see ! she close-eyed weeps : 
Dreams often more than waking passions move. 
Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her sort like thee : 
That she in peace may wake and pity me. 

From JouN W,LnVE'S S«cosM 
,,f lIadriai.q 6o9. 

O light is love, in matchless beauty shining, 
When he revisits Cypris' hallowed bowers, 
Two fceble dores, harness'd in silken twining, 
Can draw his chariot midst the Æaphian flowers, 
l.ightness in love ! how iii it fitteth ! 
So hcavy on my hcart he sittcth. 



ELI.BETHAN $ONC-BOOA°$. 

From WILLIAM CORK|NE'S a/'r$, 
ggo. 

OME can flatter, some can feign, 
Simple truth shall plead for me ; 
Let hot beauty truth disdain, 
Truth is even as fair as she. 

But since pairs must equal prove, 
Let my strength her youth oppose, 
Love her beauty, faith her love ; 
On even terres so may we close. 

Cork or lead in equal weight 
Both one just proportion yield, 
So may breadth be peis'd  with height, 
Steepest mount with plainest field. 

Virtues have hot ail one kind, 
Yet al1 virtues merit be, 
Divers virtues are combined ; 
Differing so, déserts agree. 

Let thon love and beauty meet, 
Making one divine concent 
Constant as the sounds and st'cet, 
That enchant the firmalnent. 

 Balanced. 



From C/sPo and P,OTEa'$ 
Bk OEAir» 6o. 

WEET, corne again ! 
¥our happy sight, so much desired 
Since you from hence are now retired, 
I seek in vain : 
Still I must mourn, 
And pine irt ionging pain, 
Till you, my life's de|ight, agairt 
Vouchsafe your wish'd remrn. 

If true desire, 
Or faithful vow of ertdless love, 
Thy heart irtflamed may kindly more 
With equal tire ; 
0 then my joys, 
So long distraught, shall rest, 
Reposèd soft in thy chaste breast, ' 
Exempt from ail armoys. 

S'ou had the power 
My wand'ring thoughts first to restrain, 
You first did hear my love speak plain 
A child belote, 
Now it is groxsn 
Confirmed, do you it t keep ! 
And let 't safe irt your bosom sleep, 
There ex'er ruade yout owrt ! 

t  )ld ed. "do you kccp it.'" 



JLIZq B THqJv SOzVC-BOOA'S. 

And till we meet, 
Teach absence inward art to find, 
Both to disturb and please the mind : 
Such thoughts are sweet : 
And such remain 
In hearts whose flames are true ; 
Then such will I retain, till }'ou 
To me return again. 

From ,$'ILLI^! ÇORgllq$ .dits, 

WEET Cupid, ripen her desire, 
Thy joyful harvest may begin ; 
Ifage approach a little nigher, 
'Twill be too late to get it in. 

Cold Winter storms lay standing Corn, 
Which once too ripe will never rise, 
And loyers wish themselves unborn, 
",'hen ail their joys lie in their eyes. 

Then, sweet, let us embrace and kiss : 
Shall beauty shale  upon the ground ? 
If age bereave us of this bliss, 
Thet will no more such sport be found. 

I Shcll, husk (as peas). 



tz LI'RICS FIOM 

From THOI^S W 'ELKE' Ballet* 
atd l[oritala, t59. 

W,E, ET heart, arise ! why do you sleep 
X' heu lovers wanton sports do keep ? 
The sun doth shine, the birds do sing, 
And .May delight and joy doth bring : 
Then join we hands and dance till night, 
'Tis pity love should want his right. 

From OZtT Jota_." 
Dream, 

S WEET Kate 
Of late 
Ran away and left me plaining. 
Abide ! 
(I cried} 
Or I die with thy disdaining. 
Te hee, quoth she ; 
Make no fool of me ; 
Men, I know, have o.xths at p]ea_«ure, 
But, their hopes attainèd, 
TheIz bewraIz they feignd, 
And their oaths are kept at leisurc. 

Unkind, 
I find 
Thy delight is in tonnenting : 



ELIZAI1E I'II.-IN SO.rG-BOOKS. 

Abide ! 
(I cried) 
Or I die with thy consenting. 
Te hee, quoth she, 
Make no fool of me ; 
Men, I know, bave oaths at pleasure, 
But, their hopes attainèd, 
They bewray they feignèd, 
And their oaths are kept at lei«ure. 

Her words, 
Like swords, 
Cut my sorry heart in sunder, 
Her flouts 
With doubts 
Kept my heart-affections under. 
Te hee, quoth she, 
XVhat a fool is he 
Stands in awe of once denying ! 
Cause I had enough 
To become more rough, 
So I did--O happy trying ! 

From JOHN WILBVE'S l]ladrgal$, 
598. 

S WEET Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch:s glory, 
Subdue her heart who makes me glad and son'y; 
Out of thy golden quiver, 
Take thou thy strongest arrow 
I 



That will through bone and marrow, 
And me and thee of grief and fear deliver : 
But corne behind, for, if she look upon thee, 
Alas ! poor Love, then thou art woe-begone thee. 

From To^s WILKES' Bqlltf, f 
and 3tadrigal, 598. 

WEET Love, I will no more abuse thee, 
Nor with my voice accuse thee ; 
But tune my notes unto thy praise 
And tell the wor|tl Love ne'er decays. 
Sweet Love doth concord ever cherish : 
What wanteth concord soon must perish. 

Front ROBttT JoHE.$' g.,t[tiette«r¢ 
(,). 

WEET Love, my only treasure, 
For service long unfeignèd 
Wherein I nought have gainèd, 
Vouchsafe this litt]e pleasure, 
To tell me in what part 
My Lady keeps ber heart. 



EI IZ.II3ETH.i_,V 
If in ber hair so s|ender, 
Like go|den nets entwinèd 
Vhich tire and art bave finèd, 
lier thra|! my heart I tender 
For ever to abide 
With locks 0 dainty tiel. 
If in ber eyes she bind it, 
Wherein that tire was framèd 
By which it is inflamèd, 
I dare hot look to find it : 
I only wish it sight 
To see that pleasant light. 
But if ber breast bave deignèd 
With kindness to receive it, 
I ara content to leave it 
Though death thereby were gainèd : 
Then, Lady, take your own 
That lires by you alone. 

tt5 

From JoHN Iï)OWL^ND'SPlgrim'$ 
Salace, x6t2. (The first stanza 
is round in a poem of Donne.) 

WEET, stay awhile ; why will you rise ? 
The light you see cornes from your eyes ; 
The day breaks hot, it is my heart, 
To think that you and I must part. 
O stay ! or else my joys must die 
And perish in their infancy. 



L YIIC$ FROM 

Dear, let me die in this fair breast, 
Far sweeter than the phoenix nest. 
Love raise Desire by his sweet charms 
Within this circle of thine arms ! 
And let thy blissful kimes cherish 
Mine infant joys that else must perish. 

From TuOMS V^UTOR'S .ço'$ of 
divers .4ir$ aad 2Vatur¢$, 
s6s 9. 

«wloo, tuwldt, tuwldt, tuzvlwo-o.o. 

WEET Suffolk owl, so trimly dight 
With feathers likc a lady bright, 
Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night, 
Te whit, te whoo ! 
Thy note, that forth so freely rolls, 
%Vith shrill command the mouse controls, 
And sings a dirge for dying souls, 
Te whit, te whoo ! 

From THom^s W£ELK.S' Madri- 
Kalt er Fivt and 6"i.r Paris, 
tmo. 

AKE here rny heart, I give it thee for over ! 
]No better pledge can love to love deliver. 
Fear hot, my dear, it will hot fly away, 



LIZAIHAN SOA'G-OOA'S. 

For hope and love command my heart to stay. 
But if thou doubt, desire will make it range : 
Love but my heart, my heart will never change. 

From F^aMuk's Firt'tt of Ea- 
iisA MMeiga/s, t599. 

AKE time while time doth last, 
Mark how fair fadeth fast ; 
Beware if envy reign, 
Take heed of proud disdain ; 
Hold fast now in thy youth, 
Regard thy vowèd truth, 
Lest, when thou waxeth old, 
Friends fail and love grow coM. 

From Dtevomtlia, x6o. 
HE Fly she sat in shamble-row 
And shambled with ber heels I trow ; 
And then came in Sir Cranion 
With legs so long and many a one ; 
And saM "Jove speed, dame Fly, dame Fly": 
"Marry, you be welcome, Sir," quoth she : 



d] LI, RIC FRO,I! 
"The toaster Humble Bee hath sent me to thee 
To wit and if you wii| his true love be." 

But she said "' Nay, that may net be, 
For I must have the ]3utterfly, 

For and a greater lord there may not be." 
But at the la.st consent did she. 

And there was bid fo this wedding 
Ail Files in the ficld and Worms creepiug. 

The Snail she came crawling ail over the plain, 
With ail hcr jolly trinkets in ber train. 

Ten Bees there came, ail clad in goid, 
And ail the rest did them behold ; 

But the Thornbud refused this sight to see, 
And to a cow-plat away flics she. 

l;ut where now shall this wedding be ?- 
For and hey-nonn)'-no in an oid ivy-tree. 

And vhere nov shall e bake our bread ?- 
For and hey-nonny-no in a, ohl horse-head. 

And where now shall we brew our aie ? 
But even  ithin one wainut-shale. 

-nd also where shali ve our dinner make ? 
But e,en upon a galled horse-back : 



• ELIZAa.ET"HA r SO«VG-BOOKS. 
For there we sha]l bave good company 
Vith humbling and bumbling -nd much me]ody. 
Vhen ended ,,vas this wedding-day, 
The Bee he took his Fly away, 
And laid her down upon the marsh 
Between one marigold and the long grass. 
And there they begot good toaster gnat 
And made him the heir of all,--that's fiat. 

Fantastic SOirits. x6o8. 

Audivere, L3ce.--HOACE. 
HE gods bave heard my vows, 
Fond Lyce, whose fait brows 
Wont scorn with such disdain 
My love, my tears, my pain. 
Fa la ! 

But now those spring-tide roses 
Are tura'd to ,vinter-posies, 
To rue and thyme and sage, 
Fitting thy shrivell'd age. 
Fa la ! 

Now, youths, with hot desire 
See, see, that flameless tire, 



o L I'RICS FR31 

Vhich erst your hearts so burned, 
Quick into ashes turned. 
Fa la! 

From Pamme/io x6o9 

The household-bird wilh the red stomacher.--DoNNE. 

ItE lark, linnet and nightingale to sing some say 
are best ; 
, et merrily sings litfle Robin, pretty Robin with the 
red breast. 

From RCtiARD CARLTON's /a- 
dr/gai.r, a6o. 

IIE love of change hath changed the world 
throughout, 
And what is counted good but that is strange ? 
New things wax old, old new, ail turns about, 
And ail things change except the love of change. 
Yet find I hot that love of change in me, 
But as I ara so will I always 



ELIZ4BETHM2V çO2VG-BOOA'S. tt 

From Joltu DowL^uO's TMrd 
ami la.tt Book of Song, aul 
Airs, t6o 3. 

tlE lowest trees bave tops, the ant her gall, 
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat ; 
And slender hairs cast shadows, though but smal, 
And bees have stings, although they be hot great ; 
Seas have their source, and so have shaIow springs ; 
And love is love, in beggars and in kings 1 
Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords ; 
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it more ; 
The firmest faith is in the fewest words ; 
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love ; 
True heaxts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak ; 
They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break ! 

From CAlt|PION and ROSSETR'S 
Book o/Aih, t6o. 

HE man of life upright, 
Whose guiltless heart is free 
From ail dishonest deeds, 
Or thought of vanity ; 
The man whose silent days 
In harmless joys axe spent, 



LYEICS FROM 
,Vhom hopes cannot delude 
• N'or sorrow discontent : 
That man needs neither towers 
or rmour for defence» 
or secre vauhs to 
From thunder's violence : 
He only can behold 
With unaffrighted e,es 
The horrors of the deep 
And terrors of the skies. 
Thus scorning ail the cares 
That fate or fortune brings, 
He makes th¢ heaven his book, 
His wisdom heavenly things ; 
Good thoughts his onl¥ friends, 
His wealth a wellospent age, 
The earth his sober inn 
And quiet pilgrimage. 

From WILLt^t BvRD'S .%ng'$ oj  
.umtry .Natures. t589. 

HE greedy hawk with sudden sight of lute 
Doth stoop in hope to have her wishèd prey ; 
So many men do stoop to sights unsure, 
And courteous speech doth keep them at the bay : 
Let them bewaxe lest friendly looks be like 
The lute whereat the soaring hawk did strike. 



ELIZABk'THAI ..çOIVG-BOOK.S'. 

From WlLLIAII ]'tRD'S 
çonnet$ and Sog$, z588. 

• [IIE match that's made fur just and true respects, 
.1. With evenness both of years and parentage, 
Of force must bring forth many good effects. 
Pari jugo dulcis tractus. 

For where chaste love and liking sets the plant, 
And concord waters with a firm good-will, 
Of no good thing there can be any want. 
Pari jugo dulcis tractus. 

Sound is the knot that Chastity hath tied, 
Sweet is the music Unit)' doth make, 
Sure is the store that Plenty doth provide. 
Pari jugo dulcis tractus. 

Where Cha.steness fails there Concord will decay, 
Where Concord fleets there Plenty will decease, 
Where Plenty wants there Love will wear away. 
Pari jugo dulcis tractus. 

I, Chastity, restrain ail strange desires ; 
I, Concord, keep the course of sound consent ; 
I, Plenty, spare and spend as cause requires. 
Pari jttgc dulcis tractus. 

Make much of us, ail ye that married be ; 
Speak well of us, ail ye that mind to be ; 
The time may corne to want and wish ail thrcc. 
Pari jugo dulcis tactus. 



From WL.^« BVaD'S ..çong': OE 

tIE Nightinle so pieasant and so gay 
In greenwood groves delights to make his 
dwelling, 
In fields to fly, chanting his roundelay, 
At liberty, against the cage rebeiling ; 
But my poor heart with sorrows over swelling, 
Through hondage vile, hinding my freedom short, 
No pleasure takes in these his sports excelling, 
Nor in his song receiveth no corafort. 

lrom Tao^s B^TESOI'S First 
Set of .En'lLrh IPladriKals , 
x6o 4. (Bg Sir Philip Sidneg.) 

IIE lightingale, so soon as April hringeth 
Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, 
While late-bare earth proud of ber clothing springeth, 
Sings out Ier woes, a thora ber songbook making ; 
And mournfully hewailing, 
lier throat in tunes expresseth : 
While grief her heart oppresseth, 
For Tcreus' force o'er ber chaste will prevailing. 



£LIZM B £tt. N SO.VG-BOOA'S 5 

From THOIAS CA ., PION'S 
loa$ oy¢.ir$ (cire. 63). 

ItE peaceful western wind 
The winter storms bath tamed, 
And Iature in each kind 
The kind heat hath inflamed : 
The forward buds so sweetly breathe 
Out of their earthly bowers, 
That heaven, which views their pomp beneath, 
Would fain be decked with flowers. 

See how the morning smiles 
On ber bright eastern hill, 
And with sort steps beguiles 
Them that lie slumbering still ! 
The music-loving birds are corne 
From cliffs and rocks unknown, 
To see the trees and briars bloom 
That late were overthrown.  

What Saturn did destroy, 
Love's Queen revives again ; 
And now ber naked boy 
Doth in the [ields remain, 
Where he such pleasing change doth view 
In every living thing, 
As if the world were born anew 
To gratify the spring. 
 OId ed. " overflown.'" 



Li'EICS FE O ;! 

If ail things lire prent, 
Why die my comforts then ? 
"tVby suffers my content ? 
Ara I the worst of men ? 
O, Beauty, be hot thou accuse, I 
Too justly in this case ! 
Unkindly if true love be used, 
'Twill yield thee little grace. 

From THOM^S CAIPIO'q'S FOllr]« 
Book of Ai (circ. 63)- 

"]-I IERE is a gnrden in her face 
Where roses and white filles grow ; 
A heaenly paradise is that place 
Wherein ail plea.ant fruits doth flow. 
There cherries grow which none ma), bu),, 
Till " Cherry ripe " themselves do cry. 
Those cherries fairl), do enclose 
Of orie,t pearl a double row, 
Which when ber lovel), laughter shows, 
The), look like rose-buds filled with show ; 
YCt hem nor peer nor prince can bu),, 
Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. 
lier e),es like angels watch them still, 
lier brows like bended bows do stand, 
l'hreatening with piercing lrrowns to kill 
Ail that attempt with eye or hand 
Those sacred chcrries to corne nigh 
Till " Chcrr) ripe" themelves do cry. 



ELIZAI3E'/'HAN SONG-BOOA'S. 

z27 

From Tso^s FoSD'S Jff«sic 
Suufy [fids, ffi6o 7. 

HERE is a Lady sweet and kind, 
Was never face so pleased my mind ; 
I did but sec her passing by, 
And yet I love her till I die. 

Fier gesture, motion and ber smiles 
I let wit, ber voice my heart beguiles, 
Beguiles my heart, I know hot why. 
And yet I love her till I die. 

Her free behaviour, winning looks 
Will make a Lawyer burn his books ; 
I touched ber not, alas ! hot I, 
And yet I love her lill I die. 

Had I ber fast betwixt mine arms, 
Judge you that think such sports were harms ; 
Were't any harm ? no, no, fie, fie, 
For I v:ill loe ber till I die. 

Should I remain confind there 
So long as Phoebus in his sphere, 
I to request, she to deny, 
Vet would I love ber till I die. 

Cupid is wingèd and doth range, 
lier country so my love doth change : 
But change she earth, or change she sky, 
Ver will I love ber till I die. 



From eli¢mata.  . 

IIERE were three IOvens sat on a tree, m 
Down-a-down, hey down, hey down ! 
There were three Ravens sat on a tree,-- 
With a down ! 
There were three Ravens sat on a tre¢,-- 
They were as black as they might be : 
With a down, derry derry derry down down ! 
The one of them said to his make '-- 
Where shall we out breakfast take ? 
Down in yonder greenè field 
There lies a knight slain under his shield. 
His hounds thcy lie down at his feet : 
So wdl they their toaster kecp. 
His hawks they fly so eagerl)', 
There's no fowl dre him corne nigh. 
Down there cornes a fallow doe, 
Great with young as she might go. 
She lift tip big bloody head, 
And kist his wounds that were so red. 
Site gat him upon ber back 
And carried him to earthen lake. 

10Id ed, "maie"; but "'make," which is required for the 
rhyme, wa.s a recognised form of "mate." 



ELIZABETHAN SONG-BOOI'S. 

She buried him before the prime ; 
She was dead ere even-time. 

God send every gentleman 
Such hounds, such hawks, and such a lcman ! 
With a down, derry. 

Front ROBERT JONRS' UllLmun: 
Val¢ or Tird Book oJ e Airs 

THINK'ST th,ou, Kate, to put me down 
With a ' No or with a frown ? 
Since Love holds my heart in bands 
I must do a.s Love commands. 

Love commands the hands to dare 
When the tong,ae of speech is spare, 
Chiefest lesson in Love's school,-- 
Put it in adventure, fool ! 

Fools are they that fainting flinch 
For a squeak, a scratch, a pinch : 
Women's words have double sense : 
' Stand away ! '--a simple fence. 

If thy mistress swear she'll cry, 
Fear her not, she'll swear and lie : 
Such sweet oaths no sorrow bring 
Till the prick of conscience sting. 
K 



o I }'IICS FROI 

HINK'ST thou to seduce me then with words 
that have no meaing ? 
Parrots so can learn to prate, out speech by pieces 
gleaniag : 
Nurs teach thelr children so about the time of 
weanng. 

Leara to speak first, then to woo, to wooing much 
pertaineth : 
IIe that courts us, wanting art, soon falters when he 
feigneth, 
Looks asquint on hls discourse and smiles when he 
coraplaineth. 

Skilfd anglers hide lheir hooks, fit baits for every 
season ; 
But with crooked pins fish thou, as babes do that 
want reaso : 
Gudgeons only can be caught with such poor tricks of 
treasoB. 

Ruth forgive me {if I erred) from human heart's com- 
passion, 
When I laughed sometimes too much to see thy foolish 
fa_shion : 
But, alas, who lc.,,s could do hat round so good occasion ! 



ELIZltFTtlIN soArG-BO¢A'S. jx 

IIOU art b,ut young, thou say'st, 
And love s delight thou weigh'st hOt : 
O, take time while thou may'st, 
Lest when thou would's.  thou may'st hot. 
If love shall then assail thee, 
A double anguish will torment thee ; 
And thou wilt wish (but wishes ail will rail thee,} 
"O me ! that I were young again !" and sorepent 
thee. 

Book of Airs, foot. (A«cribed 
to Dr. Donne.) 

IIOU art hot fait, for ail thy red and white, 
For ail those rosy ornalnents in thee ; 
Thou art hot sweet, tho' inade of mere delight, 
Nor fair, nor sweet--unless thou pity me. 
I will hot soothe thy fancies, thou shalt prove 
That beauty is no beauty without love. 
Vet love hot me, nor seek not to allure 
My thoughts with beauty were it more divine 
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure, 
l'Il hOt be wrapped up in those arms of thine 
Now show it, if thou be a woman right,-- 
Embrace and kiss and love me in despite. 



From Jou. D^UVBL'S Sonsfor 
th¢ te, Viol, a»d Volte, 

HOU pretty Bird, how do I see 
Thy silly state and mine agree ! 
For thou a prisoner art ; 
Sois my heart. 
Thou sing'st to her, and so do 1 address 
My Music to ber ear that's mercilcss ; 
But herein doth the difference lie,-- 
That thou art grac'd, so ara hot I ; 
Thou singing liv'st, and I must singing die. 

HOUGH Amaryllis dance in green 
Like Fairy Queen, 
And sing full clear ; 
Corinna c.an, with smiling cheer. 
Yet since their eyes make heart so sore, 
Hey ho ! chil love no more. 

My sheep are lost for want of food 
And I so wood 
That all the day 
I sit and watch a herd-maid gay ; 

Ditracte.] 



Vho laughs to see me sigh so sore, 
Hey ho I chil love no more. 

Her loving looks, her beauty bright, 
ls such delight ! 
That all in vain 
I love to like, and lose my gain 
For ber, that thanks me hOt therefore. 
Hey ho ! chil love no more. 

Ah wanton eyes ! my friendly foes 
And cause of woes ; 
Your sweet desire 
Breeds flames of ice, and freeze in lire ! 
Ye scorn to see me weep so sore ! 
Hey ho ! chil love no more. 

Love ye who list, I force him hot : 
Since Goal is wot, 
The more I wail, 
The less my sighs and tears prevail. 
What shall I do ? but say therefore, 
Hey ho ! chil love no more. 

133 

From THOMAS 
Fantastic Sirit«, 6o8. 

T HOUGH my carriage be but careless, 
Though my looks be of the sternest, 
Yet my passions are ¢ompareless ; 
When I love, I love in earnest. 



L} RICS FROM 

No ; my wits are hot so wild, 
But a gentle soul may yoke me ; 
Nor my heart so hard compiled, 
But it mers, if love provoke me. 

"l-" IIOUGH your strangeness frets my heart, 
1. S'et must I not complain ; 
¥ou persuade me 'ris but art 
XVhich secret love must feign ; 
If another you affect, 
"Tis but a toy, t' avoid suspect. 
Is this fair excusing ? 
0 no, ,11 is abusing. 
XVhen your wi_h'd sight I des,re, 
Suspicion you pretend, 
Causeless you ourself retire 
Whilst I in vain attend, 
Thus a lover, as you _ay, 
Still ruade more eager by delay. 
ls this fair excusing ? 
0 no, ail is abusing. 
$$ hcn an.ther hold your hand 
S'ou'Il wear I hold your heart ; 
X hilst my rival close doth stand 
And I .it far apart, 



,ELIZ.,-IBEHA.V SONG-BOOA'S. 

I am nearer yet than they, 
Hid in your bosom, as you say. 
Is this faii excusing ? 
O no, ail is abusing. 

Would a rival then I were 
Or  else a secret friend, 
So much lesser should I fear 
And hot so much attend. 
They enjoy you, every one, 
Yet must I seem your friend alone. 
Is this fair excusing ? 
O no, ail is abusing. 

From GILES F^RI^BV'S Cano- 
net.t, x598. 

HRICE blessèd be the giver 
That gave sweet love that golden quiver, 
And live he long among the gods anointed 
That ruade the arrow-heads sharp-pointed : 
If either of them both had quailèd, 
She of my love and I of hers had failed. 

' OId ed. '" Some.'" 



.6 L l" .IC, S F.ROM 

From THOMSS C^MI,ION'S Tird 
» OE.ir (ch. 63). 

T I [RICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, 
Thrice sit thou mute in the enchanted chair, 
Then thrice-three rimes rie up lhis true love's knot, 
And murmur sof " She will or she will hot." 

Go, burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue tire, 
These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar, 
This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave, 
That ail my fears and cares an end may bave. 

Then corne, you Fairies ! dance with me a round ! 
Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound ! 
--In vain are ail the cbarm.s I can devise : 
She bath an art to break them with her eyes. 

From l'flot.lAS CAt.IIION'S 
Book OE Airt (cire. 

I[US l ruolvc and Time bath taught me 
Since she is fair and evet kind to me, 
Though she be wild and wanton-like in show, 
Those little stains in youth I will hot see. 
That she bc conatant, heaven I off implore ; 
If pra)crs prevail hot, I can do no more. 



ILIZAB£THAV 

z37 

Palm-tree the more you press, the more it grows ; 
Leave it alone, it will hot much exceed : 
Free beauty, if you strive to yoke, you lose, 
And for affection strange distaste you breed. 
What nature bath not taught no art can frame ; 
Wild-born be wild still, though by force you tame. 

From Jout WLeVE'S 'i'aL. 
z598. 

HUS saith my Chloris bright 
When we of love sit down and talk together :-- 
"Beware of Love, dear ; Love is a walking sprite, 
And Love is this and that 
And, O, I know hot what, 
And cornes and goes again I wot not whether." i 
No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing, 
For in her eyes I saw his torch-light blazing. 

From THOMAS MORLEY'S First 
aook #./'aa/lH to frire I "oices. 
z595- 

II US saith my Galatea : 
Love long hath been deluded, 
When shall it be concluded ? 

The young nymphs ail are wedded : 
Ah, then why do I tarry ? 
Oh, let me die or mary. 

I OId form of "whither." 



O his sweet lute Apollo sang the motions of the 
spheres, 
The wondrous orders of the stars whose course divides 
the years, 
And ail the mysteries above ; 
But none of this could Midas more : 
Which purchased him his ass's ears. 

Then Pan with his rude pipe began the country weahh 
t' advance, 
To boa.st of cattle, flocks of sheep, and goats on hills 
that dance, 
With much more of this churlish kind, 
That quite transported Midas' mind, 
And held him wrapt in trance. 

This wrong the God of Music scorned from such a 
sottish judge, 
And bent his angry bow at Pan, which ruade the 
piper trudge : 
Then Midas' head he so did trim 
That every age yct talks of him 
And l'h«.bus' right revengèd grudge. 



FLIZtlBE £HtI.V SONG-BOOA'S. 

139 

From IOBERT DOWL^ND' 
»ical Bauluet, x6o. (The 
lines are assigned to Robert 
Deveureux. Earl of Essex.) 

O plead my faith, where faith hath no reward, 
To move remorse where favour is not borne, 
To heap complaints where she doth hot regard, 
Were fruitless, bootless, vain, and yield but scorn. 

I lovd her whom ail the world admired, 
I was refused of her that c.an love none, 
And my vain hopes which far too high aspired 
Is dead and buried and for ever gone. 

Forget my name since you have scorned my love, 
And woman-like do not too late lainent : 
Since for your sake I do all mischief prove, 
I none accuse nor nothing do repent : 
I was as fond as ever she was fair, 
Yet loved I hot more than I now despair. 

From TttOMAS WEELKE..S' lali$ 
and llfadrfgals, z598. 

O shorten winter's sadness 
See where the nymphs with gladness 
Fa la la ! 



140 

Disguisèd all are coming, 
Right wantonly a.mumming. 

Fa la la ! 

Though masks encloud the.Lr beauty, 
Yet give the eye ber duty. 
Fa la la ! 

When Heaven is dark it shineth 
And unto love inc|ineth. 

Fa la la ! 

From Jom )OWLAIgD'. ,.Ç¢¢Ott 
Eook of çog ad ,4irs, t6oo. 

OSS hot my soul, O Love, 'twixt hope and 
fear ! 
Show me some ground where I may firmly stand, 
Or sure|y fa31 ! I care hot whlch appear, 
So one will close me in a certain ban& 
When once of iii the uttermost is known ; 
The strength of sorrow quite is overthrown ! 

Take me, Assurance, to thy blissful hold ! 
Or thou Despair, unto thy darkest cell ! 
Each bath full test : the one, in joTs enroll'd ; 
Th' other, in that he fears no more, is well. 
When onoe the uttermost of ill is known, 
The srength of sorrow quite is overthrown. 



ELI2ABEI'HAV SO.VG-BOOA'S. tir 

From THOM^S CA vlo's 
8o0 of irs (cire. z6). 

URN ail thy thoughts to eyes, 
Turn ail thy hairs to ears, 
Change ail thy friends to spies 
And ail thy joys to fears ; 
Trae love will yet be free 
In spite of jealousy. 
Turn darkness into day, 
Conjectures into trath, 
Believe what th' envious say, 
Let age interpret youth : 
True love will yet be free 
In spite of jealousy. 
Wrest every word and look, 
Rack every hidden thought ; 
Or fish with golden hook, 
True love cannot be caught : 
For that will still be free 
In spire of jealousy. 

1607 . 

U NTO the temple of thy beauty, 
And to the tomb where pity lies, 
I, pilgrim-clad with zeal and duty, 
Do offer up my heart, mine eyeg. 



L i'EIC.ç FEO.I 
ly heart, Io ! i, the q,enchles tire, 
On Iove's burning aitar iie, 
Conducted thither by desire 
To be beauty's sacrifice. 
But pity on thy sable hearse, 
Mine eyes the tears of sorrow shed ; 
What thongh tears cannot rate reverse, 
Yet are they duties fo the dead. 
O, 5Iistress, in thy sanctuary 
Why wouldst thou surfer cold disdain 
To use his frozen cruelty, 
And gentle pity to bc slain ? 
Pity that to th)" beauty fled, 
And with thy beauty should bave lived, 
Ah, in thy heart lies burièd, 
Ad ne-ermore may he revived ; 
Ver this lait favour, dear, extend, 
To accept these vows, these tears I shed, 
Duties which I thy pi]grim send, 
To heauty living, pity dead. 

Frorrl THOM WBEI.KE.'' I."-.r or 
Fanta*tic Slitt, 

U I'ON a bill the bonny boy 
• qweet Thyrsis sweetly played, 
And OEIied his iambs their mzster's joy, 
Agcl more he would bave said ; 
But love lh:t gives lhe loer wings 
Withdreg his mind frc, m olher thin«. 



FLIZHBTH.qN $ONG-BOOKA'. 

His pipe and he could not agree, 
For Milla was his note ; 
The silly pipe could never get 
This lovely naine by rote : 
With that they both fell in a sound,  
He fell a-sleep, his pipe fo ground. 

From WILLIAI| ]¥RI)'S S0$ 
U PON a summer's day Love went to swim, 
And cast himself into a sea of tears ; 
The clouds oelied in their light, and heaven waxed dim, 
And sighs did raise a tempest, causing frs ; 
The naked boy could hot so wield his arms, 
But that the waves were mters of his might, 
And threaten him to work far greater harms 
If he deèd hOt to spe by flht : 
Then for a boat his quiver stood instead, 
[is bow unbent did sexe him for a mt, 
Whereby fo sail his cloth of veil he spread, 
H shafts for oars on either ard he t : 
From shipeck sale this w got thus to shore, 
And sware to bathe in loyers' tears no more. 

From "l'Hot^s CAltl=IO.'s S¢caPl 
Book af 4irt (circ. x6x3). 
AIN men ! whose foilies make a g of love ; 
Whose bhndness, beauty doth immortal deetn, 
Praise hot what you desire, but what you prove ; 
Count those things good that are, hOt thoc that 
seem. 



I cannot call her trae, that's false to me ; 
Nor make of women, more than women 

How fait an entrance breaks the way to love ! 
How rich the golden hope, and gay delight ! 
XVbat heart caunot a modest beauty more ? 
Vho seeing clear day once will dream of night ? 
She seemed a saint, that brake her faith 'ith me ; 
But proved a woman, as ail other be. 

So bitter is their sweet that True Content 
Unhappy men in them may never find: 
Ah ! but a'awut them, noue. Both must consent, 
Else uucouth are the joys of eitlaer kind. 
Let us then praise their good, forger their ill! 
Men must be men, and women women stilL 

From FR^N¢IS PILKINGTON'S 

rAKE, sleepy Thy,is,,wake 
1/ For Love and Venus sake ! 
Corne,/et us mourir the hills 
Which Z¢phyrus with cool breath fills ; 
Or let us tread new alleys, 
In yonder shady valleys. 
Rise, fise, fise, fise ! 
Lighten thy heavy eyes : 



LIZABEFiAN $OIVGBOOK$. 

See how the streams do glide 
And the green meads divide : 
But stream nor tire shall part 
This and this joinèd heart. 

From Deuteramelia, 6o9. 

W E be soldiers three, 
Pardona moy # vous an t,ree, 
Lately corne forth of the Low Country 
With never a penny of money. 
Fa la la la lantido dilly. 

tIere, good fellow, I drink to thee, 
l'ardona moy je rous an ree, 
To ail good fellows wherever they be, 
With never a penny of money. 

And he that will not pledge me this, 
Pardona moy je vous an pree, 
Pays for the shot whatever it is, 
With never a permy of money. 

Charge it gain, boy, charge it again, 
Pardona moy je z,ou$ an z#ree, 
As long as there is any ink in thy pen, 
With never a penny of money. 



FRO,il 

From D«uteeomella, t6o9. 

V E be three poor matiters, 
Newly corne from the seas ; 
We spend out lires in jeopardy 
While'others lire at ease. 
Shall we go dance the round, the rouml, 
Shall we go dance the round ? 
And he that is a bully boy 
Corne pledge me on this ground ! 

We care not for those martial men 
That do our states disdain ; 
But we care for the merchant met 
Vho do our states maintain : 
To them we dance this round, around, 
To them we dance this round 
And he that is a bully boy 
Corne pledge me on this ground 

From Eg'ertan ,tIS.f aoxj. 

"'7 E must not part as others do, 
¥ With sighs and tears, as we were two : 
Though with these outward forms we part, 
We keep each other in out heart. 
What search hath fouud a being, where 
I ara hot, if that thou be there ? 



True love hath wings, and can as soon 
Survey the world as sun and moon, 
And everywhere our triumphs keep 
O'er absence which makes others weep : 
By which alone a power is given 
To live on earth, as they in heaven. 

|47 

W E shepherds sing, we pipe, we play, 
With pretty sport we pass the day : 
Fa la ! 
We care for no gold, 
But with our fold 
We dance 
And prance 
As pleasure would. 
Fa la . 

From W|LLIA,I YRD'S P¢al,ls» 
ço,tKs , an ço.negs, 6 . 

EDDED to will is witless, 
And seldom he is skilful 
That bears the naine of wise and yet is wilful. 
To govern he is fitless 



L I'RI£S FROM 

That deals not by election, 
But by his fond affection. 
O that it might be treason 
For men to fuie by will and hot by reason. 

From Tno^s ToKts' SortEs 
Three, Four, Fiv¢, atuf $i 
Para.r, z6:a. 

EEP no more, thou sorry boy ; 
Love's pleased and anger'd with a toy. 
Love a thousand passion brings, 
Laughs and weeps, and sighs and sings. 
If she smiles, he dancing goes, 
And thinks hot on his future woes : 
If she chide with angry eye, 
Sits clown and sighs "' Ah me, I die !" 
Yet gain, as soon revived, 
Joys as mach as late he grieved. 
Change there is of joy and sadness, 
Sorrow much, but more ofgladness. 
Then weep no more, thou sorry boy, 
Turn thy tears to weeping joy. 
Sigh no more "Ah me ! I die !" 
But dance, and sing, and ti-hy ery. 



ELIZA BETHAN SONG.BOOIf.ç. «9 

From JoHu I)OW^UD'S Third 
EEP you no more, sad fountains ; 
What need }'ou flow so fast ? 
Look how the snowy mountains 
Heaven's sun doth gently waste ! 
But my sun's heavenly eyes, 
View not your weeping, 
That now lies sleeping 
Softly, now sofily lies 
Sleeping. 
Sleep is a reconciling, 
A rest that peace begets ; 
Doth hot the sun fise smiling 
When fait at ev'n he sets ? 
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes ! 
Melt hot in weeping, 
While she lies sleeping, 
Softly, now softly lies 
Sleeping. 



L I RICS FROM 

To baste our playing 
"l'here's no delaying, 
No no ! 
This mirth delights me 
W'hen sorrow frights me. 
Then sing we ail 
Fa la la la la ! 

bolrow, content thce, 
Mirth must prevent thee : 
Though much thou grievest 
Thou none relievest. 
No no ! 
Joy, corne delight me, 
Though srrow spite me. 
Then sing we all 
Fa la la la la ! 

Grief is disdainful, 
Sottish and painful : 
Then wait on pleaure, 
And lose no leisure. 
No no ! 
lteart's eae it lendeth 
And comfort sendeth. 
Then sing we ail 
Fa la la la la ! 



FLIZAB.rlIAN SOAG.BO0S. 

From J«,, luDv's Songs and 
l'laltttl» x594- 

ERE I a king, I might command content ; 
Were I obscure, unknown should be my cares : 
And were I dead, no thoughts should me torment, 
Nor words, nor wrongs, nor loves, nor hopes, nor 
A doubtful choice, of three things one to crave ; 
A kingdom, or a cottage, or a grave. 

From Tuo^s {]^,II'ION'$ Third 
Book of Mirs (circ. 1613). 

ERE my heart as some men's are, thy errors 
would not move me, 
But thy faults I curious find and speak because I love 
thee ; 
Patience is a thing divine, and far, I grant, al»ove me. 

Foes sometimes befriend us more, out blacker deeds 
objecting, 
Than th' obsequious bosom-guest with false respect 
affecting ; 
Friendship is the Glass of Truth, our hidden stains 
detecting. 



While I use of eyes enjoy and inward light of reasom 
Thy observer will I be and censor, but in season ; 
Hidden mischief to conceal in state and love is trea:son. 

From Pammelia, 6o 9. 

HAT hap had I to mar a shrow ! 
For she bath given me nmny a blow, 
A]td how to please ber alack 1 do hot know. 

 et 

From morn to even ber tongue ne'er lies, 
Sometimes she brawls, sometimes she cries, 
I can scarce keep ber talents I from mine eyes. 

If I go abroad and laie corne in,- 
"Sir knave," saith she, "Where bave you been ?" 
And do I well or iii she claps me on the skin. 

[:rom ORI.Nt)O Gl,os" lïril 
crib¢d to Sir Walter Raleigh.) 

 OelIA'I" is out lire ? a play of passion : 
¥ Our mirth ? the music of division. 
Out mothers' womhs the tyring-houses be 
Wher¢ we are drest for this short comedy : 
! leaven the ]udicious sharp spectator is 
That sits and marks whoe'er doth act amiss : 

I OId form of" talons." 



Our graves, that hide us from the searching sun, 
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done : 
Thus match we playing to out latest test, 
Only we die in earnest,--that's no jest. 

x53 

From JotN WlLBVI'$ Madrigals, 
s598. 

IIAT needeth ail this travail and turmoiling, 
Short'ning the life's sweet pleasure 
To seek this far-fetched treasure 
In those hot climates under Phoebus broiling ? 

0 fools, can you not see a traffic nearer 
In my sweet lady's face, where Nature showeth 
Whatever treasure eye sees or heart knoweth ? 
Rubies and diamonds dainty 
And orient pearls such plenty, 
Coral and ambergreece sweeter and dearer 
Than which the South Seas or Moluccas lend us, 
Or either Indies, East or West, do send us ! 

From WILLI^,! BYRD'$ Psalm$, 
..çonntts, ami Sot, z588. 

/V HAT pleasure have great princes 
More dainty to their choice 
Than herdsmen wild, who careless 
In quiet life rejoice, 



And fortune's rate hot fearing 
Sing sweet in summer morning? 
Their dealings plain and rightful, 
Are void of ail deceit ; 
They never know how spiteful, 
Itis to kneel and wait 
On favourite presumptuous 
Vhose pride is vain and surnptuous. 
Ail day their flocks each tendeth ; 
At night, they take their test ; 
More quiet than who sendeth 
His ship into the East, 
Where gold and pearl are plenty ; 
But getting, very dainty. 
For lawyers and their pleading, 
They 'steem it hot a straw ; 
They think that honest meaning 
Is of itself a law : 
Whence conscience judgeth plainly, 
They spend no money vainly. 
O happy who thus liveth ! 
Not earing much for gold ; 
With clothing vhich sufficeth 
To keep him from the cold. 
Though poor and plain his diet 
Ver merry itis, and quiet. 



I'I IZABrHAA  .çOV-BOOA',.V. xSS 

From JoH DOWLAD'S Tird 
al Lait Boo OE Song or 
i', x6o 3. 

 HAT poor ast, ronomers are they, 
¥ Take women s eyes for stars ! 
And set their thoughts in battle 'ray, 
To flght such idle wars ; 
When in the end they shall approve 
'Tis but a jest drawn out of Love. 
And Love itself is but a je.st 
Devised by idle heads, 
To catch young Fancies in the nest, 
And lay them in fool's beds ; 
That being hatched in beauty's eyes 
They may be fledged ere they be wise. 
But yet itis a sport to see, 
How Wit will run on wheels ! 
While Wit cannot persuaded 
With that which Reason feels, 
That women's eyes and stars are odd 
And Love is but a feignèd god! 
But such as will run mad with Will, 
I cannot clear their sight 
But leave them to their study still, 
To look where is no light ! 
Till rime too late, we make them try, 
They study false A.qronomy : 



Sn»/ry A't'u/r, 6o7. 

HAT then is love, sings Corydon, 
Since Phyllida is grown so coy ? 
A flattering glass to gaze upon, 
A busy jest, a serious toy, 
A flower still budding, never blown, 
A scanty dearth in fullest store 
¥ielding least fruit where most is sown. 
lIy d-aily note shall be therefore-- 
Heigh ho, chil love no more. 

"Tis like a morning dewy rose 
Spread fairly to the sun's arise, 
But when his beams he doth disclose 
That which then flourish'd quickly dies ; 
Itis a seld-fed dying hope, 
A promised bliss, a salveless sore, 
An aimless mark, and erring scope. 
y daily note shall be therefore,-- 
Heigh ho, chil love no more. 

"Tis like a lamp shining to ail, 
Whilst in itself it doth decay ; 
It seems to free whom it doth thrall, 
And lead out pathless thoughts astray. 
It is the spring of wintered hearts 
Parched by the summer's heat belote 
Faint hope to kindly warmth converts. 
My daily note shall be therefore-- 
Heigh ho, chil love no more. 



-LIZAEHAA r ..çO.VC.OOA'..ç. 57 

From RICHARD CARLTON'i a- 
driaLr, 6ot. 

HEN Flora fair the pleasant tidings bringeth 
Of summer sweet with herbs and flowers 
adornd, 
The nightingale upon the hawthorn singeth 
And Boreas' blasts the birds and beasts have scornèd ; 
When fresh Aurora with ber colours painted, 
Mingled with spears of gold, the sun appearing, 
Delights the hearts that are v¢ith love acquainted, 
And maying maids have then their rime of cheering ; 
AIl creatures then with summer are delighted, 
The beasts, the birds, the fi»h with scale of silver ; 
Then stately dames by loyers are invited 
To walk in meads or rov¢ upon the river. 
I ail alone ara from these joys exild, 
Iço summer grows where love yet never smil:d. 

From WlLLI^M BvRl')'$ Song$ of 
Sundry Natures, t$8 9. 

HEIq" I was otherwise than now I am, 
I lovd more but skilld hot so much 
Fair words and smiles could have contented then, 
My simple age and ignorance was such : 
But at the length experience made me wonder 
That hearts and tongues did lodge so far a-sunder. 



As watermen which on the Thames do row, 
Look to the east but west keeps on the way ; 
My soveteign sweet her count'nance settled 
To feed my hope while she ber snares might lay : 
And when she saw that I was in her danger, 
Good God, how soon she provèd then a ranger ! 

I could hOt choose but laugh, although too late, 
To see great craft decypher'd in a toy ; 
I love her still, but such conditions hate 
Which so profanes my paradise of joy. 
Love whets the wits, whose pain is but a p|easure ; 
A toy, by fits to play withal at leisure. 

H EN thou must home to shades ofundergrou nd, 
And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, 
The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, 
White Iope, blithe Helen, and the test, 
To hear the stories of thy finished love 
From that smooth tongue whose music hell can more ; 

Then wilt thou speak of banqueting de]ights, 
Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, 
Of tourneys and great challenges of Knights, 
And ail these triumphs for thy beauty sake : 
When thou hast told these honours donc to thee, 
Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. 



ELIZA BETHA.V SONG-BOOKA'. t.9 

From WlLLIAM ]'RD'5 ,.1i O 
ç*«ndry Aratures, x589. 

HEN younglings flrst on Cupid fix their sight, 
And see him naked, blindfold, and a boy, 
Though bow and shafts and firebrand be his might, 
Y'et ween they he can work them none annoy ; 
And therefore with his purple wings they play, 
For glorious seemeth love though light as feather, 
And when they have done they ween to scape away, 
For blind men, say they, shoot they know not 
whither. 
But when by proof they find that he did see, 
And that his wound did rather dira their sight, 
"I hey wonder more how such a lad as he 
Should be of such surpassing power and might. 
But ants bave galls, so bath the bee his sting : 
Then shield me, heavens, from such a subtle thing ! 

From JoHN SVILB$'g'$ ..çtt-offd .'t't 
of Iladrigal,. z6o9. 

W HERE most my thoughts, there least mine eye 
is striking ; 
Where least I corne there most my heart abideth ; 
Where most I love I never show my liking ; 
From what my mind doth hold my body slideth ; 



6o L YRIC.ç FRO  

I show least c.are where most my care dependeth ; 
A coy regard where most my soul attendeth. 

Despiteful thus unto myself I languish, 
And in disdain rayself from joy I bnish. 
These secret thoughts enwrap me so in anguish 
That lire, I hope, will soon from body vanish, 
Anti to some test will quickly be conveyèd 
That on no joy, while so 1 lived, hath stayèd. 

J[.ffc, 63o. 

A IOURlqlNG-SONG FOR THR ]ï)EA'I'H OF SIR 
FULKE GREVlLLE, LORD BROOKE. 
HERE shall a sorrow gret enough be sought 
For this sad rinwhich the Fates bave wrought, 
Unless the Fates themselves should weep and wish 
Their curbless power had been controlled in this ? 
For thy loss, worthiest Lord, no mourning eye 
Has flood enough ; no muse nor elegy 
Enough expression to thy worth can lend ; 
No, though thy Sidney had survived his friend. 
Dead, noble Brooke shall be to us a narne 
Of grief and honour still, whose deathless farae 
Such Virtue purchased as makes us to be 
Unjust to Nature in lamenting thee ; 
Wailing an old rnan's rate as if in pride 
And heat of ¥outh he had untimely died. 



From CAmP|ON and ROSSTER'S 
/look OEAir*, II. 

P.I.L.D. 

IIETIIER men do laugh or weep, 
Whether they do wake or sleep, 
VChether they die young or old, 
Whether they feel heat or cold ; 
There is underneath the sun 
Nothing in true earnest done. 

Ail our pride is but a jest, 
None are worst and none are best ; 
Grief and joy and hope and fear 
l'lay their pageants everywhere : 
Vain Opinion ail doth sway, 
And the world is but a play. 

l'owers above in clouds do sit, 
Mocking our poor apish wit, 
That so lamely with such statu: 
Their high glory imitate. 
,No fil can be felt but pain, 
And that happy men disdain. 



From W.t.l^ BYs's Song'« o.f 

HILE that the sun with his beams hot 
Scorchèd the fruits in raie anti mountain, 
Philon, the shepherd, late forgot 
Sitting beside a chrystal fountain 
In shadow of a green oak-tree, 
Upon his pipe this song play'd he : 
Adieu, Love ! adieu, Love I untrue Love ! 
Untrue Love, untrue Love ! adieu, Love ! 
Your mind is light, soon Iost for new love. 
So long as I was in your sight, 
I was your heart, your soul, your treasure ; 
And evermore )'ou sobb'd and sigh'd, 
Burning in dames beyond ail measure. 
Three days endured your love [or me, 
And it was lost in other three. 
Adieu, Love ! adieu, Love ! untrue Love ! 
Untrue Love, untrue Love ! adieu, Love ! 
Yout mind is light, soon Iost for new love. 
Another shepherd you did see, 
To whom your heart was soon enchaind ; 
Full soon your love was leapt from me, 
Full soon my place he had obtainèd : 
Soon came a third your love to win ; 
And we were out, and he was in. 
Adieu, Love ! adieu, Lo, ! untrue Love ! 
Untrue Love, untrue Love ! adieu, Love ! 
¥our mind is light, soon lost for new Lve. 



ELIZtlBETH.V S02VG.BOOKS. 

Sure, you have made me passing glad 
That you your mind so soon removèd, 
Before that I the leisure had 
To choese you for my best belov&l : 
For ail my love was past and done 
Two days, before it was begun. 
Adieu, Love ! adieu, Love ! untrue Love ! 
Untrue Love, untrue Love ! adieu, Love ! 
Vour mind is light, soin lost for new love. 

x63 

Frorn THO^S WZRLKES' Ball¢Is 
a «ll'ariKals , z598. 

ttILST youthful sports are lasting, 
To feasting turn our fasting. 
Fa la la ! 

With revels and with wassails 
Make grief and care our vassals. 
Fa la la ! 

For youth it well beseemeth 
That pleasure he esteemeth. 
Fa la la ! 

.ktxd sullen age is hated 
That mirth would have abated. 
Fa la la ! 



Ftom JuHN DO''LAil)'$ S¢mad 
Book of Sog or Air, 6oo. 

'" H ITE as lilies was ber face : 
When she smilbd 
he beguilèd, 
tuitting faith with foui disgrace. 
Virtue's service thus neglected 
Heart with sorrows hath infected. 

When I swore my heart her own, 
She disdain:d ; 
I complainèd, 
S'et she left me overthro n : 
Careless of my bitter grieving, 
Ruthless, bent to no relieving. 

Vows and oaths and faith as«ured, 
Constant ever, 
Changing never,-- 
Yet she could hot be procured 
3"o believe my pains exceeding 
From ber scant respect ptoceeding. 

0 that love should have the art, 
By surraises, 
And disguises, 
To destroy a faithful heart ; 
Or that wanton-looking women 
Should reward their friends a foemen. 



I:'LIZAItI" I'ttA.V" .¥01VG-,BOOI'S. 

Ail in vain is ladies' love-- 
Quickly choos:d, 
Shortly loosèd ; 
For their pride is to remove. 
Out, alas ! their looks first won us, 
And their pride hath straight undone us. 

To thyself, the sweetest Fair ! 
Thou hast wounded, 
And confounded 
Changeless faith with foui despair ; 
And my service hast envièd 
And my succours hast denièd. 

By thine error thou hast lost 
Heart unfeignbd, 
Truth unstainèd. 
And the swain that lovbd most, 
More assured in love than many, 
More despised in love than afiy. 

For my heart, though set at nought, 
Since you will it, 
Spoil and kill if ! 
I will never change my thought : 
But grieve that beauty e'er was born 
Thus to answer love  ith scorn. 

s65 



 71IITHER so fa.st? see how the kindly flowers 
' ¥ Perfume the air, and ail to make thee stay : 
The cllmbing wood-bine, clipping ail these bowers, 
Clips thee likewise for far thou pass away ; 
Fortune our friend, out foe will hot gainsay. 
Stay but awhile, Phoebe no tell-tale is ; 
She ber Endymion, l'll my Phoebe kiss. 

Fear not, the ground seeks but to kiss thy feet ; 
Hark, hark, how Philomela sweetly sings : 
Whilst water-wanton fishes as they meet 
Strike crotehet rime amMst these crystal springs, 
And Zephyrus amongst the leaves sweet murmur 
rings. 
Stay but awhile, Phcebe no tell-tale is ; 
She ber Edymion, l'Il my Phcebe kiss. 

See how the helitrope, herb of the sun, 
Though he himself long since be gone to bed, 
Is hot of force thine eye's bright beams to shun, 
But with their warmth his goldy leaves unspread, 
And on my knee invites thee rest thy head. 
5tay but awhile, lhoebe no tell-tale is ; 
She ber 1 ndymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss. 



ELIZBETHN SONC-BOOA'S. 

167 

From WILLIAII ]*'ID'S 
çots, aSong#, xS. 

W HO likes to love, let him take heed : 
And wot you why ? 
Among the gods if is decreed 
That Love shall die ; 
And every wight that takes his part 
Shall forfeit each a mouming heart. 

The cause is this, as I have heard : 
A sort of dames, 
Whose beauty he did not regard 
Hot secret flames, 
Complained before the gods above 
That gold corrupts the god of love. 

The gods did storm to hear this news, 
And there they swore, 
That sith he did such dames abuse 
He should no more 
Be god of love, but that he should 
Both die and forfeit ail his gold. 

His bow and shafts they took away 
Before his eyes, 
And gave these dames a longer day 
For to devise " 
Who should them keep, and they be lmund 
That love for gold should not be found. 



168 

These ladi striving long, at last 
They did agree 
Fo give them to a maiden chaste, 
Whom I did see, 
%'v Ito with the saine did pierce my breast : 
1 ier beauty's rare, ,and so I test. 

From I,/ILLIAM BYRD'$ .-O,t'S of 
Sundry Vatures,  $8 9. 

i. oeilO ruade thee, ltob, forsake the plough 
¥ And fall in love ? 
2. Sweet beauty, which bath power to bow 
The gods abo,e. 
l. What dost thou serve ? . A shepherdes ; 
One such as hath no peer, I guess. 
l. What is her naine who bears thy heart 
Within her breast ? 
2. Silvana fait, of high desert, 
XVhom I love best. 
I. O, tlob, I fear she looks too high. 
2. X,'et love I must, or else I die. 

'110 pro.tratc lies at women's feet. 
And calls them darlings dear and sweet ; 



ELIZ.qBETHAV SOW-BOOA'S. 

Protesting love, and craving grace, 
And praising off a foolish face ; 
Are ofientimes deceived at last, 
Then catch at nought and hold if fa.st. 

From JOHN FA1IRR'S l:ir»t Set 
of Etglis ladrigal», x599. 

/VHO would bave thought that face of thine 
1 [ad been so full of doublcness, 
Or that within those crystal eyn 
l[ad been so much unstableness? 
Thy face so fait, thy look so strange ! 
Who would bave thought of such a change ? 

From THOM^ WLK;$' /4//"- 
gai» OE Fi¢,e ad Six Parts, 
16oo. 

W HY are you Ladies staying, 
And your Lords gone a-maying ? 
Run apace and meet them 
And with your garlands greet them. 
"Twere pity they should miss you, 
For they will sweetly kiss you. 



tTo LI'RIC.ç FROM 

From Jotl DowI.^D'S Firsl 
Boole of So's or Airs. :597- 

ILT thou, Unkind [ thus 'reave nae 
Of rny heart and so leave me ? 
Farewell ! 
But yet, or ere I part, O Cruel, 
Kiss me, Sweet, my Jewel ! 
Farewell ! 

Hope by disdain grows cheerless, 
Fear doth love, love doth fear ; 
Beauty peerless, 
Farewell ! 

If no delays can more thee, 
Lire slaall die, death shall lire 
Still to love thee. 
Farewell ! 

Ve! be thou mindful ever ! 
1 leat from tire, tire from heat, 
None can sever. 
Farewell ! 

True love cannot be changèd, 
Though delight from desert 
Be eztrang/:d. 
Farewell ! 



ELIZAI3ETttAN SONG.13OOKS. t7t 

From THOMAS CAMPION'5 
o/ OEAir (¢irc. 3)- 

ISE men patience never vant, 
Good men pit.y cannot hide ; 
Feeble spirits only vaunt 
Of revenge, the poorest pride : 
He alone forgive that can 
Bears the truc soul of a man. 

Some there are debate that seek, 
Making trouble their content ; 
Happy if they ,vrong the meek, 
Vex them that to peace are bent : 
Such undo the common tic 
Of raankind, Society. 

Kindness grown is lately cold, 
Conscience hath forgot her part ; 
Blessèd rimes were known of old 
Long ere Law became an art : 
Shame deterred, hot statures then ; 
Honest love was lav to men. 

Deeds from love, and words, that flow, 
Foster like kind April showers ; 
In the varm sun ail things grow, 
Wholesome fruits and pleasant flowers : 
AI1 so thrives his gentle rays 
Whereon human love displays. 



Front JoHN ]DOWL^ND'S Stcand 
Book OESang or i'$, t6oo. 

"70EFU.L Heart, with grief oppressèd ! 
¥ Since my fortunes most distress[-d 
From my joys bath me removèd, 
Follow those seet eyes adorèd ! 
Those sweet eyes wherein are storl 
Al[ my p[easures best be[ov/:d. 

Fly my breast--leave me forsaken-- 
Wherein Grief his seat hath taken, 
Ail his arrows through me darting ! 
Thou mayst lire by her sunshining : 
I shail surfer no more pining 
By thy loss than by her parting. 

From Tos GR^veS" a»@ OE 
Sdry &'ind*, t6o 4. 

"/.'E bubbling springs that gentle music makes 
To loyers' plaints with heart-sore throbs im. 
mixed, 
When as my dear this way ber pleasure takes, 
Tell her with tears how firm my love is fixed ; 
And, Philomel, report my timerous fears, 
And, echo, sound my heigh-ho's in ber ears : 
But if she asks if I for love will die, 
Tcli hcr, Good faith, good faith, good faith,--not I. 



z73 

From F,RMsR' First Set of 
Englisll MariKals t 599. 

OU blessèd bowers whose gre.en leaves now-are 
spreading, 
Shadow the sunshine from my mistress' face, 
And you, sweet roses, only for her bedding 
When weary she doth take her resting-place ; 
You fair white lilies and pretty flowers all, 
Give your attendance nt my mistress' call. 

From THOMAS IIORLI¥'S Fir*t 
Book of Ballt$, xSç 5. 

OU that wont to my pipe's sound 
Daintily to tread your ground, 
Jolly shepherds and nymphs sweet, 
(Lirum, lirum.) 

Here met together 
Uuder the weather, 
ttand in hand uniting, 
The lovely god come greet. 

(Lirum, lirum.) 

Lo, triumphing, brave comes he. 
Ail in pomp and majesty, 
Monarch of the world and king. 
{Lirum, lirum. 



Let whoo l»t lm 
De to est 
We or vo¢e n6ng, 
Of his high acts vill sing. 
{Liram, lirum.) 

From THo^s B^Tso's ¥irt 
Set of" E»IisA arigals, 
6o 4. 

OUR shining eyes and golden hair, 
Vour iily-rosèd iips so fait ; 
¥our various beauties which excel, 
Men cannot choose but iike them weii : 
Yet when for them they say they'll die, 
Believe them not,--they do but iie. 



NOTES. 



NOTES. 

P¢ 3- 
HOMAS WEELKES was organist of Winchester Collcge 
in t6oo, and of Chichester Cathedral in z6o8. His first 
collection, " Madrigals to three» four, rive, or six voiees," wa.s 
publJshed in 507- Here first appeared the verses (fraudulently 
ascribed, in ""l'he Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, to Shakespeare), 
'" My flocks feed hot." In z598 Weelkes published "Ballets 
and lIadrigals to rive voices," which was followed in t6oo by 
" Madrigals of rive and six parts.'" Prefixed to the last-named 
work is the following dedicatory epistle :-- 
i, To the truly noble, virtuous, and honorable, m¥ very good 
Lord Henry, Lord Winsor, Baron of Bradenham. 
lIy Lord, in the College at Winchester, where I lire, I have 
heard learned men say that some philosophers have mistaken 
the soul of man for an harmony : let the precedent of their error 
be a privilege for mine. I sec hot, if souls do hot partly conftst 
of music, how it should corne to pass that so noble a spirit as 
your's, so perfectly tuued to so perpetual a tcnorof excellence 
as it is, should descend to the notice ofa quality lying single in 
so Iow a personage as myself. Dut in music the ase part is no 
disgrace to the best ears" attendancy. I confess my conscience 
is untoucht with any other arts, and I hope my confession is 
unsuspected : many of us musicians think it as much praise to 
be somewhat more than muslcians as it is for go]d to b¢ s0me- 
what more than gold, and if ]ac. Cade were alive, yet some of 
us might lire, unless we should think, as the artisans in the 
Univerities of Poland and Germany think, that the Latin 
tongue cornes by reflcction. I hope your Lordship wl|] pardon 
this presumption of mine ; the rather, because I know before 
lqobility I ara to deal sincerely ; and this small faculty of mine, 
because it is alone in me, and without the assistance of othor 
more confident sciences, is the more to be favoured and the 
rathcr to be rcceivcd into our honour's protection ; so shall I 
N 



78 VO 
oserve you wh as humb|e and ç ue  ht  he 
nowledge   Ige  he world's crion d  etly 
py for you to te wor]d's Crtor. 
'our Honor's  ail humble se, 
THoMS 
Spi for hr voici," a oellectoe of Ively d humous 
eu of oestcon n p tn, ( allude more 
o  alle,) Weel  my option Teaves ail oer compoe 
of hs rime f hnd." he VeTSÇ  Wlkes' n-oos 
neeT hvy Or boured ; hey  was bHght, cheful, d 
a 3- o on w  fous rfoer on he lute. 
He d a she n he aK ortie hT« n he e- 
fra (CEer's «Anns of the Se," . 3çS)- s TS 
of the hh rty. The delhtful Ioe  J' ng- 
ve d the no OE 11 te edt of 
Fae 4. omas loTl, who w  pupl of Willam d, 
' e OT of the s stetc t on music pu]sed 
ths oeun"A pn d e lnrcou o pccl 
Music," 97, quay  do in fo of  oue. The 
be ed fTom he usc. 
,« Au he a)le new," &c., s a s]atou o 
«, AI suon d" un ' e d' uEa cte 
anva Tirs con I" a C]oH," 
In [iey's "Cnzone to thr Voici," 593, we bave the 
follon plt don of e prcpo for a 
eddng : 
"AH. get up, m des, make hte, begone thec : 
Lo wre the de, fait Daphne, i on th¢e. 
Hk ! 0 k  n me maidens squealing 
Spice-k, ps-h-wioe  a-ding. 
Run, th¢n n açace 
And get a bfidhce 
And lt rom brch the while the et  tching 
d then hold ft for f of oid at¢hing. 



NO T E.. 
Alas ! my dear, why weep ye 
0 fer hOt that, dear love, the next day keep we. 
Listi yon minstrels ! hark how fine thcy firk it, 
And how the ntaidens jcrk it ! 
With Kate and Witt, 
Tom and Gtl|, 
Now a skip, 
Then a trip, 
Finely fet aloft, 
There again as oft 
Hey ho ! blessed holiday ! 
Ail for Daphne's wedding day I 
Page 9- John Wilbye is styled by Oliphant "the first of 
madfigal writers." He publlshed his °' First Set of English 
Madrigals'" in x598. and his "Second Set" in 6o9. The 
Second Set was detticated to the unfortunate Lady Arabella 
Stuart. The composer concludes his dedicatory epistle with 
the prayer, "1 beseech the Almighty to make you in ail the 
passages of your lire truly happy, as you are in the world's true 
opinion, virtuous." In the very year when the epistle waS 
written the gifted patroness of art and learning was accused 
before the Prlvy Council and ordered to be kept in close con- 
finement. She made her escape, bot after a few hours was 
captured at sea in her flight to Dunkirk, brotght back to 
London, and committed to the Tower, where she died of 
broken heart in a6zS. It is pleasant to think that thesong.book 
dedicated to her honour inay have cheered her in the long hours 
of solitude. The co|lectlon consists cliefly of |ove-I'rics 
such verses as " Happy. O happy he," &c. (p. 37} and " Draw 
on, sweet Night " (p. 2a). must have been carefully clerished 
by the poor captive. 
Page 9- "April is in my mistress' face."--Compare Robert 
Greene's verses in 
"Falr is my love, for April in her face, 
Her Iovely breasts September claims his part, 
And Iordly July in her eyes takes place : 
Eut cold December dwelletl in ber heart : 
]31est be the months that set my thoughts on tire. 
Accur»'d that month that hinttereth my de»ire !" 



 8o 1 0 
Page . «The Urchins" Dare" is from the oymou 
play "The Maid's Memos," . In the e 
 the following inty ve ; 
" F. I do corne aut the cop 
Lpg upon flowe" tops : 
Then I get n a 
She c me ave the 
And tp d go  
2 F. Vhen a dewrop falleth do 
And doth light n my own. 
]en I she my head d skip 
And at I tHp. 
3 F. When I feel a rl a-p, 
Undeeath r frk I pee 
There  s, and the I play ; 
Then I bite h« like a fl 
And aut I skip." 
o avoft, compile of tbe "Bef Dtoe," won 
hls u ata ve rly age. He took his de,ce of Bachelor 
f Music before he d rch his fiftnth y,  we lea 
from me en es preed to the "ef Dts- 
" on dit ta lust puer qu ae probat 
Vi OEudatus, sumpsit in te gradum." 
He  enW-two when he published the "BefDiscoue" 
fan fitting the coert, ci W, and coun humoe," d he 
cditoe two collectioes tt aped  t--"Pammella" 
and "' uroeli& .... Pammella"  the li Eoglish 
pnted collation of tches, Round d nons ; th wor 
d mic re for e most  older t the date of publi- 
tn. "Deuterome[" w tend  a conttion of 
• . pammel. 
Pa« 2. Ro Dowld, edlt of "A Muslc 
w a u of John Dowd  he suoEeeded h fther  oue of 
the C mu«]cs  66, d w alive in 64t. 
P¢ 6. Tho Ford, wn he pubhed bis "Mic of 
undoE kinds,"  w a muscu in the suite of Prince 
lient). At thc acccon of Charlcs I. h«  api.inte one of 



lrO TES. 
hi musiciens, and he died in 648--the year before his royal 
patron was beheaded. 
Page 3- *'Little lawn then serve[d] the Pawn."--The 
Pawn was a corridor, scrving as a bazaar, in the RoyaJ 
change {Greham's. 
Page 24. « Farewell, false Love, the oracle of lies."--" J. C. '° 
in « Alcilia," x595, writes :-- 
"Love is honcy mixed wth gall, 
A thraldom free, a freedom thrall ; 
A bitter sweet, a pleasant sour, 
Got in a ycar, Iost in an hour : 
A peaceful war, a warlike peace, 
Whose wealth brings wnt, whose want increse ; 
Full long pursuit and little gain, 
Uncertain pleasure, certain pain ; 
Regard of neither right nor wrong, 
For short delights repentance long. 
Love is the sickness of the thought, 
Conceit of pleasure dearly bought 
A restles passion of the mind, 
A labyrinth ofarrows blind : 
A sugared poison, fair deceit, 
A bait for fools, a furious heat ; 
A chilling cold, a wondrous passion, 
Exceeding raan's imagination ; 
Which none °an tell in whole or part, 
But only he that feels the smaxt." 
Robert Greene has a somewhat similar description of Love 
{°' Wlat thin'g fs Love  it ts a power divine," &c.) in '° Mena- 
phon,'" 589- 
Page 8. " Fond wanton youths.'*--Thipiece [s alto printed 
in °' The Golden Garland of Princely Delights," 62o, where 
headed "Of the Inconveniences by Marriage," and is directed 
to be sung to the tune of '" When Troy town." 
Pages9, I. . "Their oroEngs must not be beguiled."-- 
The original gives «, Their [a:«gi,«g's "' (which is unintelliglble). 
Page 3 x. It was at Wanstead Hou«e, a set of the Earl of 
Leicester, that Sidney wrote his masque the °' Lady of the IIay "" 
in honour of Queen Elizabeth's visit in x578. " Was 



retired there," wrltes Mr. W. J. Linton (ar P#em$, p. 
"during some season of ber displeasure ? There is a look of him 
about thls song, hot unlike the lines to Cynthla; and what 
mistress but Majesty should appoint his place of retirement 1  
' Wanstead, my Mistrcss sith this is the doom.'" 
The two lines that close each stanza are from a song in 
Sidney's "Arcadia.'" 
Page 3?. "Who, known to ail, unknown to himself dies. "° 
From Sene¢a's "' Thyestes : 
"qui notus nimis or0axibus 
Ignotns moritur sibi." 
Page 39- «, How many things.°'--I have given four of John 
Maynard's «, Twelve Wonders of che Wor]d" (cf. pp. 44-5, 69) : 
and. if I am hot mistaken, the reader will like to cee che 
remaining eight. There is much freshness and piquancy in 
these quaint old rhymes, which were written by no less a poet 
chan Sir John Davies. 

«, THE DIVINE. 
My calling is Divine, 
And I from God ara sent ; 
I will no chop-church 
1'qor pay my patron rent, 
Iqor yield to sacr]lege ; 
But like che kind true mother, 
Rather will lose ail the child 
Than part it with another. 
Much wealth I will not seek, 
lqor worldly mastet serve, 
So to ffrow rich and fat 
While my poor flock doth starve. 

THE OLDtER. 
My occupation is 
The noble trade of kings 
The trial chat decides 
The highest right of thlngs. 



NO TES. 
Though Mars my toaster 
I do hot Venus love, 
Nor honour Bacchus oft, 
Nor often swear by Jove. 
Of speaking of myself 
I ail occasion shun, 
And rather love to do, 
Than boast what I bave donc. 
TuE LAWYSR. 
The iaw my ca]ling is ; 
My robe» my tongue, my pen 
Wealth and opinion gain 
And make me judge ofmen. 
The known dishonest cause, 
I never did defend 
Nor spun out suits in length, 
But wish'd and sought an end ; 
Nor counsel did bewray, 
Nor of both parties take, 
Nor ever took I fee 
For which I never spake. 
THE DHYSIC IAI[. 
I study to uphold 
The slippery state of man, 
Who dies when we bave done 
The best and ail we can. 
From practice and from books 
1 draw my learned skill, 
Not from the known receipt 
Or 'pothecary's bill. 
The eaxth my faults doth bide, 
The world my cures doth see, 
What youth and rime effects 
ls oft ascribed to me. 

z83 



A'O TES. 
THg | ERCHAT. 
?,ly e doth 
To eve Id supçly, 
Doeve uno 
Stage coies do ly. 
I never did forU, 
! never did , 
Nor tom 
gh I retu'd 
I tve by r excange, 
By lling d by bung. 
And hot 
Repli, fud, or I$-ing. 
THE UNTRV ENTLMN. 
] hough stnge outldh spitç 
Pr  d cnt or, 
The coun  my hom 
I dwell wheoe I w . 
There profit and commd 
 plure I k 
 et do hot w d do 
bIy le cio me. 
i le, but hot opp 
End que]s, 
e s, but dwe]l hot there 
To abdge my ce or tin. 
The fit of 
e from the side off, 
1 thier ara retu'd 
Fm whenoe out 
I noE t oft, 
Nor my when I do, 
I teli my  to few 
And that 



'0 TS. 
I seem hot siek in health, 
lqor sullen but in sorrow ; 
I c.are for somewhat else 
Than what to wea to-morrow 
TaR Wmow. 
lf, d'ing husband knew 
How much his death wonld grieve me, 
And therefore left me wealth 
To comfort and relieve me. 
l'hough I no more will have, 
I must hot love dLsdain ; 
Penelope her self 
Did suitors entertain. 
And 'et to draw on such 
As are of best esteem, 
lqor ,ounger than I am 
lqor richer will I seem. 
/'a'« 4I. « I have house and land in Kent."--This admirable 
song has been frequentl, reprinted, lIiss De Va,nes, in her 
very valuable "Kenti»h Garland "° (i., 14z), observes :--" We 
bave met with no other song in the Kentish dialect except Jan 
Ploughshare's" (printed on p. 37, vol. i., of the « Garland "'}. 
Rimrault in his "' Little look of Songs and Ballads" 
gives the following lines flore an old IIS. (temp. Henry VI I 1 
«, Joan, quoth John, when will this be 
Tell me when wilt thou marry me, 
11, corn and eke m, calfand rents, 
lIy lands and ail my tenements ? 
Say, Joan, quoth John, what wilt thou do? 
I cannot corne every day to woo ?" 
Davld Herd printed a fragment of a Scotch song tbat was 
founded on the English song :-- 
" I hae layen three herring a' sa't, 
Bonny lass, gin ze'll take me, tell me now, 
And I hae brew'n three pickles o' ma't 
And I cannae cure ilka day to woo. 



And I 

! hae a wee ca'f that wad fain be a cow, 
13onny lassie, gin ye'll take me, tell me now, 
I hae a wee gryce thag wad fain be a sow, 
And I cannae cure ilka day to woo. 
To voo, fo voo, fo lilt ad fo 
And 1 cnuz cm ilka dat fo oo." 

• 'a'e 43- " I joy hot in no earthly bliss."--These stanzas are 
usually printed with "' My mind tome a kingdom is'" (p. 78), and 
the whole poem lins been attributed to Sir Edward Dyer. 
zo-g "e 47- '" I weigh hOt Fortune's frown nor smile."--These 
line (which seem to bave been modelled on " [ joy hot in no 
earthly bfi.ss " ) are by Joshtm Sylvester. 
In the second stnza, " I round hot ai the news of wreck," 
«on, is an old form of . 
/'a'e . "If women could be fair."--Thls poem is ascr/Ued 
fo Edward» Earl of Oxford, in Rawlinson, MS. 8, fol. fO. 
'ae . " In darkness let me dwell."--These hnes are Iso 
fotmd in Robert Dowland'$ "Musical Banqoet,'" txo set to 
music by John Dowland. 
'ae 5. " [t the merry motgh of May."--Fr«t pr]nted in 
"' The Honorab|e Enterta]nment gven fo the Quee's Maesty 
in Progressat Elvetham in Hampshre, y the R]ght Honorable 
the Earl of Herfford," x$9x , under the tit]e of "'I'he IIoogh- 
man's Song." 
/'a'¢ o. «, If was the frog in te we|l."There are several 
versions of tis old dhty : the following /s from rkpatrick 
Sharpe's "' Balad Book,'" 84 :-- 

"There lived a puddy in a well, 
Ad a merry mouse in a milL 

Puddy he'd a wooin ride, 
Sword and pistol by his side. 

Ptddy came to the mouse's wonne, 
• Mistress mouse, aze you ithitx 1" 



VOTï. J87 
' Yes, kind sir, I am within ; 
Safdy do I sit and spin.' 
• Madam, I ara corne to woo ; 
Marriage I must bave ofyou.' 
' Marriage I will grant you nane, 
Until uncle Rotten be cornes haine." 
' Uncle Rotten's now corne bame ; 
Fy I gar busk tbe bride alang.' 
Lord Rotten sat at the head o' tbe table, 
13ecause be was baith stout and able. 
,Vha is't that sits next tbe wa', 
Eut Lady Mouse, baitb jimp and sma' ? 
,Vhat is't that sits next the bride, 
Eut the sola puddy wï hls yellow side  
Syne came tbe deuk, but and tbe drake ; 
The deuk took puddy, and garred him squaik. 
Then cam in the carl cat, 
,Vi' a fiddle on his back. 
' ,Vant ye ony music bere ?" 
The puddy he swam doun the brook : 
The drake he catched him in his fluke. 
The cat he pu'd Lord Rotten doun : 
The kittens they did claw his croun. 
But Lady Mouse, baith imp and sma', 
Crept into a hole beneath the wa' : 
• Squeak :' quoth she, ' l'm weel awa.'" 
Doubtless Ravenscroft's version is more ancient. A ballad 
entltled "A most strange weddlnge of the frogge and the mouse " 
was licensed for printing in x58o. 



Fag« 65. "Lady. when I b¢hold."--Grcefully paraphrascd 
from  !1 oKnal : 
" Qud" io ro le ro, 
Ch"  vol na se ; 
E quelle che v" h ]' art¢ 
e[ vgo no s ; 
on  cer i 
 vo le o, o s le r in vo.  
Pa . John DI s supd o ave en a broter of 
uel Diel, e ¢. e ¢k s dee of acbeor of 
Music n . "A¢ he commencemen ofhe re 
che F e w one of he Cour¢ Mus% ad  
cu among the ' Micis f thc Lut and Voices' in a 
p , ted DoEem h, 6a5, exempfing the mins 
long fo the  fr the yment of subdi" (m- 
bault). 
Pt . " Th«n l at once f  Æ t es.' " I should 
igine," mys Oliphnt, "" that the w ionally a so of 
friendly oentention  th¢ sr Eetw¢¢n n¢ighung lages ; 
which  is lher coborated by a pge fom an old play 
led e ' Vow-br¢er' by Son, a636 : "Let the major 
play the hobby-hor an" he 1 ; I hope ot«r Tn  cnot 
wt a hobby-ho.'" In an old play, "The unt Girl," 
(first pnted in x647), atribud to tt shado 
tony Brewer, w¢ v¢  lin to this p[t fo of 
"Mm. Sister Gilli,--I bave the rast news for you. 
Gillian. For me [ 'ris 11. d what news bave you got, sir 
.lbr. Spping news, lipping news, tHpping news. 
Gil. Hw I OEng, brh¢r Abram, cing$ 
. Prcing, aoencing, dng. Ny, 'gis a tch, a 
match u a wer. 
Gi£ A tch. $o  they  
Mbr. $y ail the wenches ofor lÆ Edmont, and ail the 
mad wenches of Walth. 
CiL A tch, and lv¢ me out  When, when is't, hrother ç 
Abr. Mar, c'en this moming :--they e now going to't 
helterkeltcr. [. treb/e]ajs 
Gil. And l¢ave me out [ whe, brotheh where 



2VO TF.S. s89 
M&r. Why there, Sistr Gillian ; there, at out own door 
almost,---on the gr¢en there, close by the may-pole. Hark I you 
may hear them hither." (Sig. D.) 
The stage-direction at the entrance of the dancers runs thus : 
--°' Enter six country wenches, ail red petticoats, white st[tch'd 
bodi¢s, in their smock-sleev¢s, the fiddler belote them, and 
Gillian w[th ber tippet up Ln the midst of them dancing." 
.pag'¢ 73- " It was the purcst light of h¢avcn " 'C.lI ara 
remladed of a fine passage in Drayton's "Barons' Wats," canto 
VI.:-- 
" Looking upon proud Phaeton wrapped in fixe, 
The gent|e queen did much bwal h[s lai| ; 
But Mortimer commended his desire 
To Iose one pour lire or fo govern ail. 
' What though,' quoth he, ' he madly did ,aspire 
And his great m[nd ruade him proud Fortune's thraJl? 
Yet, in despight when she her worst had done 
lle #cri'd n t/te cimriot f tle un." "" 
.Page 74- "The Bellman's Song."--In « Robin Goodfellow ; 
his mad pranks nd merry jests," x628, we bave nother specimen 
of a Bellman's Song :-- 
*' Sometimes would he go like a bellman in the nlght, and 
with many pretty verses delight the ears of those that waked at 
his l:mll-ringing: his verses were these :-- 
Malds in your smocks, 
Look well to your locks, 
And your tinder-box, 
Your whee[s and your rocks, 
YOur hens and your cocks, 
rotlr cow$ lld. your ox, 
And beware of the fox. 
When the l:mllman knocks 
Put out your fixe and candle-ffght, 
So they shall hot you affright. 
May you dream of your delights, 
In your sleeps sec pleasing sights ! 
Good test to ail, both old and young : 
The be]lman now bath donc his ong. 
Thcn would he go laughhtg Ha/a/e ! as his ue was." 



19o .NO T.ES. 
Pa,t 77- «. That kisses were the 
" I3ut my kisses bring again, bring again 
S«alz »flm,t but seal©d in vain, sealed in vain." 
Ohe first stanza is l'ound among the poems of Sir Philip 
Sidney.) 
/gag'," 8o. '" My prime of -outb."--This song is also set to 
music in Richard AIL,.on's '" Hour's Recreation," 6o6, and 
Micha¢l Est¢'s » liadrigals of three, lour, and rive parts," a6o4. 
Itis prnted in "Reliquia Wottonianoe" as 'By Chidick 
Tychborn, being ,oung and then in the tower, the night bel'ore 
his execution." Chidiock Tychbourne ni" Southampton was 
executed with Ballard and Babington in 
PuCe 8o. °' bly sweetest Lesbia."--The first stanza is an 
elegant paraphrase from Catllu.% thnugh the last line fails in 
rnder the rhythmical sweetness Iong-drawn-out of °' lqox est 
perp¢tua tma dormienda." 
t"a.ge St. " lIy Thoughts are winged with 
piece is also round in " England's Helicon." 
commonplace book round at Hamburg, is signed °' W. S." l 
bave frequently met with these initiais in volumes of MS. pOetry 
ofthe early part of the seventeenth century. The following prett y 
vex»es in Add. MS. ux,433, fol x$8, are subscribed '" W. S.": 
'" O ,'hen ,ili Cttpid show such art 
To strike two loyers with one d, art 
l'm ici to him or he to me 
T«,o heurts alike ther¢ seldom be. 
If ten thousand me¢t together, 
Scarce one face is lik© anoth©r 
Two heurts alike ther¢ seldom 
There is hot the sllghtest ground for identif ing "W. S." with 
Sh,kespeare. Mr. Linton {°" Rare Poems," p. u$$'} conjectures 
that "iy Thoughts are inged with Hopes"--which bas the 
hading "To Cymhia" in °' England's Helicon "--may be by 
Raleigh. 
[','We 8]. « Now ©ach creature.°'--Th© first stanza of "An 
l'lde " hy Samttd Daiel, origirudly printed in the a59¢ edition 
c[ " Dglia." 



" Now God be with old Simeon."--Here is another round 
from "' Pammel[a" :-- 

«Corne drink to me, 
And I to thee, 
And then shall we 
Full well a-ree. 
l've Ioved the .jolly tankard, 
Full «even winters and more 
I Ioved it so long 
That I went upon the score. 
Who Ioveth not the tankard, 
He is no honest man ; 
And he is no right soldier, 
That Ioveth hot the can. 

Tap the cannikin, troll the cannikin, 
Toss the cannikin, turn the cannikin ! 
Hold now, good son, and fill us a fresh can, 
Tht we may quaff it round from man to man." 

Good honest verse» but iil-sulted to these degenerate, tea- 
drinking days. 
• "ae 85- °' Now I sec thy Iooks were feignèd."--First printed 
in "The Phoenix Nest." x593, subscr[bed «CT. L. Gent," 
"l'homas Lodge, one of the most brilliant of Elizabethan lyrlsts. 
Page 87- "Shall we play barley-break."--The fullest descrip- 
tion of the rustic gaine of barley-break is to be found in the 
/rst book ofSidney's "Arcadia." 
Page 87. " Now let her change." This song is also set to 
IIusic in Robert Jones' " Uhimum Vale" 06o8). 
Page 89- "Now what is love" &c.--This poem originally 
appeared in « The Phoenix Nest," ffi393 ; it is also printed (in 
form of a dialogue) in " England's Helicon," x6oo, and Davison°s 
" Poetical Rhapsody," 16o. It is ascribed to Raleigh in a IIS. 
list of Davison's. See Canon Hannah's edition of Raleigh's 
poems. 
Fage 93- "Oft bave I mused."--This poem was prnted in 
Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," 16o2. 



Pag 96. " Out country-swalns in the morris-dance.'-- 
in l|or|ey's «, |adrigal,to Fur Voics," tS94, OEre is a. |ively 
description of the morris-dance :-- 
" Ho . who come. heoe with hag-plplng and 
« L "t I  the moce a ng. 
me» ladres, out, O oeme, me quckl 
And e aut how tnm they dct and trickly : 
Nuwfour t ! once thon, now for out tow 
ft awhile, hot away  fç th melt them 
P;  ngM, knave ! look, the dance swe]t them. 
( )ut, the sd out --you corne t f (i my) 
The give the hobby-hor more rm to play   " 
'" I woo with trs and t  n."-- 
proverbe] ersion)  Never the 
P¢ t. "Wh¢n they mt home Sisflatcd 
«upse tht mng  tt Sis simm e e from the 
milk. Halliwtll (m&. Dict.) #v "F]otten-mil 
Fet-{oEt" d 'tt-itte" is a nortt te for 
"' S t I w."--This quisite ng 
"¢ Golden Gnd of Pncel D¢[igh»'" 
Fae xt 4. S'Sweet , my onl trure."Pfinttd 
Davin's «'Poeti apy," t» where t  subb 
ith the mysteous initls "A. 
F¢ l 5. "Swee stay awhilt."--I soE that this 
d  rly elong toonnes «  o 
 that of . obly ne'» v¢r wer¢ writn  a 
f ail v in pise of obin edx e 
"Who faoe tac ird hid tat les t, maus st, 
ae ,2 " The Io*e of chge. 'Th  the st soEn of 



2V'OTF.._ç. 93 
a poem whieh is printed entire (in six stanzas) in Davison's 
« Poetical Rhalody," ,6o2. 
l'a'e Ix. "The Iowest trees have tops."--Printed in 
Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody '" with the signature "' lncerto." 
• 'a'e 2x. "The man of lire upright."--ln some old MS. 
copies this poem is ascrlbed to Francis Bacon : see Hannah's 
"Poems of Raleigh and Wotton," p. I9. Canon Hannah 
makes no mention of Campion's claim. Campion dlstinctly relis 
us that he wrote both the verses and the music of his songs : 
and I have no doubt that he was the author or the present lyric, 
which bas more merit than any of Bacon's poems. In an 
epigram printed in his "Observations in the Art of English 
Poetry," x6oa, there is a striking image that zeappears in the 
prescrit poem :-- 
"A wise man wary lires yet most secure, 
Sorrows more hOt hlm greatly, nor delights, 
Fortune and death he scorning only makes 
TA' eartA Air sober im, but stiU heaven his home." 
($m. C ). 
Henceforward let nobody daim "The man of lire upright" 
for Bacon. 
/:'a'e ta 4. "The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay."- 
"According to Peacham," says Oliphant (" Musa Madrigalesca," 
P- 45), "there was a virtuous contention between W. Byrd and 
Ferrabosco who of the two should best set these words; in 
which according to his (Peacham's) opioion, Ferrabosco suc- 
ceeded so well that ' it could hOt he bettered for sweetness of 
ayre and depth ofjudgment.' °' 
• 'afe xz4. "The Nightingale so soon as April bringeth.-- 
From the first stanza of a poem printed in the third edition of 
$idney's "Arcadia," z59 g. 
• 'a£'« za6. "There is a garden in her face."--This poem is 
also set to music in Alison's " Hour's Recreation,'" 16o6, and 
Robert J'ones' " Ultimum Vale" (x6o8). Herrick's dainty 
verses "Cherry-Ripe" are well-known :-- 
"Cherry-rlpe, rpe, ripe! I cry: 
Full and fair ones, corne and buy. 
Ifso be you ask me where 
They do grow, I answer,--There, 
O 



94 2VO 
Where my JulLa's lips do stalle, 
ere's tbe d  cb-, 
oee panio fully sow 
Ail e 
P,x r7- «, ere 
in '" le ]d ld of Pcely elighB," 
I' 8. "e were t vs."The noh-count 
version of  noble dlrge oenu me  of aplGng 
int¢nsity :-- 
" H ne  to t htin ga 
His houn to bg e ld deer e ; 
Hh dy's n otEer mate, 
So we y 
"O we'll sit on s bonny bt- 
nd we'il ke out  y y oen ; 
Wi" ae lock o' his gowd r, 
We'ii tEeek o nest when it bws be. 
P z. "' i'st thou to seduoe me," &c.--In William 
Corkine's «,,,, z6xo, this ng is found th condeb[e 
vation«. C«kiBe v oBly 
es clol wi Cçon's text ; 
 thus :-- 

"' Learn to speak first, then to woo, to wooing much pertaineth ; 
He that bath hOt art to hide, soon falters when he feigneth, 
And, as ont that wants his wits, ha smiles when he complaineth. 
"If with wit we be deceived out faults may be excusèd, 
Seeming good wlth flattery graced is but offew refusëd, 
But of ail accutsed are they that are by fools abusèd." 

Pagex3x. "Thouart notfair for ail thyreT and white."-- 
The lines are prhted in Dr. Grosart% edition of Donne's 



A'OTI'S. x95 

poems, vol. il. p. a$9. They are ascribed to Donne in an early 
MS. ; but I sec no reason for deprlving Campion ofthem. (The 
first stanza is also set to music in Thomas Vautor's " Airs,'" 
ffi6x9.) 
/'age x32. "'Though Amaryllis dance in green."--Also 
printed in "England's Helicon," x6oo. 
Page 48. "We must hot part as others do.'--These lines are 
very much in Donne's manner. The MS. from which they are 
taken (Egerton MS. oeox3) contalns some undoubted poems of 
Donne. 
PaKe t5L ",Vere I a klng.'--Canon Hannah prlnts these 
verses (in his ,« Poems of Raleigh and Wotton," p. 47) from a 
MS. copy, in whlch they are asslgned to Edward Earl of 
Oxford. Appended in the MS. are the followlng answers :-- 

" ANSW'RED THOS V SIR P. S. 
Wert thou a king, yet hot command content, 
Sith empire none thy mind could yet suflice 
Wert thou obscure, still cares would thee orment 
But wert thon dead ail care and sorrow dies. 
An easy choice, ofthes¢ three which to crave 
llo kingdom, nor a cottage, but a grave. 

« ANOTHER OP ANOTHER MIND. 
A k[ng! oh, boon for my aspiring mind, 
A cottage makes a country swad rejoice : 
And as for death, I like him in his kind 
But God forbid that he should be my choice ! 
A kingdom or a cottage or a grave,-- 
Nor last, nor next, but first and best I crave ; 
The test I can, whenas I list, enjoy, 
T[I! then sainte me thus--'ive le roy! 

«« ANOTHER OP ANOTHER MIND. 
The greatest kings do least command content ; 
The greatest tares do still attend a crown ; 
A grave ail happy fortunel doth prevent 
Making the noble equal with the clown : 
A quiet country lire to lead I crave ; 
A cottage then ; no klngdom nor a grave." 



Png« $z. "What is out lire  "--A MS. copy of these verses 
[»su "S r W. ", i.., Sir Walter Raleig SOe Hn's 
"' Poem of lc[gh d Wotto  p. 27. 
Comp e mbre v, sied '" Io,"  '" Rq 
Wotton " : 
"M's life's a tredy ; his mother's womb, 
From whi he cn,  the t-rm ; 
 io eh the theac, d the ge 
That coun wch he fiv  : is, e, 
Folly d ce 
The proloe 
] he foer act comteth of dmb ows 
e sond, he to mo ffection ows 
1" the thd he 
To nuure ce 
1' the forth declines ; i" the fifth  dog 
 trouble him 
--Sued  Sn's fifteenth nnet 
"' Ye adell Men that wi w toile 
Do eke most pretio tgs to ke your 
And th the lnd of the trure spolie, 
Wt needeth y to seeke 
FOe Ioe I my ve doth in ber lfe conne 
Ail h wodds fies that y fe  round. 
If Saphy, I ! ber e be phys pne ; 
If Rubies, Ioe I 
If PI,  teeth be rl, th 
If Vvofie, ber fooeh yvo weene 
If Gold, ber I 
If Silv, ber foe hs e sver oene : 
But t which fst h but few hold, 
Her mind, adomd with verrues ifold." 
P¢ 1S4, l. z. "And foRne's fate noE fng.»Ollpht 
ldly readç, for the ke of the 
s,o,in."ln " Engd's Hclicon " the text is the 
tire -k. 
/' :58, I. 5- '*d when she saw that I  in hcr 



NOTE..ç. ç7 
danger.'--///itz' o¢' d»ge,to be in a person°s pwer or 
control. 
L. 6. "White Ioe."--Campion must bave had in his mind 
a passage of Propertius ii. 8) ;-- 
"Sunt apud infernos rot millla formosarm : 
Pulchr sit in superis, si licet» una Iocis. 
Voblscum est Ioe, vobiscum candida Tyro, 
Vohiscum Europe, nec proba Paipbae. °° 
See Hertzberg's note on that p&sage 
Pzge x62. 'While that the sun."--Also pr]nted in " Eng- 
land's Helicon," x6oo. 



LIST OF SONG-BOOKS. 

ALISON, RICHARD. An IIo,/ Rtcnatlr*, 
t6o6. Pe . 
A¢ Joa. Fint  of dir o/Four Parts, x6a. 94- 
8. , z, z68 z74- 
kt, 58. 4. 43. S=. 78. 3, ;3 , $3. 
x OEg» tun, 589. 3 o, 59, =, u4, 
x59. z6=. 
xmx, , ah, x6u. 9, 5], 67, 
o oo ofdf [drC. 63g 6, 7, 3, 34, 6, 68, 5, 
T TandF k dirs [drc. a6z3]. 5, zS, 
2o, =, =, , , N, 8=» 87. ,, xoe, ;o6 z, 
z36, z38, x4x, 
Coryza,o, Jo. Fur T f  aA OE 
Hrk t Earl OEDomldre, z. 53. 
Davb, Jou. Sonp r t Lutt, 1, a ot, 
#as, . , =6, 3, 46, t4o, t64, 
x=t, 49, z55- 
. Pilgdm's 3!¢, t6x2. n 5. 



LIST Ol  SOIVG-BOOA'S. t99 
DOWLAND, ROBERT. 1 Musal aMt fu,dsh¢d a,lt 
vadety OE licio ir, x6xo. x, x39. 
EST ICHAEL. adatotlr/ourae$» i 4. 
57, 76. 
Mces x599. x, 4, 83.9I» xx7, 1. I73. 
FORD, THOMAS. MkMki, . af» 39, 85, xos, 
GRv, TotAs. S ofukd», i 4. 8, 64, 17. 
Jou, RosT.  flt ook of ir» II. 3, 8, 48, 
 loi. 
T ecdook So a irt, zi. , 70» 7 , 73, 77, 
78, . 
Ultimum , o t tAird ook af Mi, z. 36, 84, 
A Mical Dream,   Fouml ok Air, z. 56, 
xI, 134. 
LICVlLD, HURY. T flrst set OEMga fo fle 
x6x4. 4 o, 
MxYxo, Jo.  XII odoe, t «Id, xfitl. 39, 
oice,, zSç 3. i, 98. 
Ma tour aice, z594 ; z. 5, 48, 92. 
 flt oak Bal to fle at z595. 4, 87, fo3, 
z37. t75- 
IUDY Jou. S aPal, t59 38, . , 
PEERSOU, MARTIU. Motct$ s or Z,e ¢ler-nusdc, z63o. 
38, 



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D«tel ; or t  #a OEMids lelod, . 
tt7» t45, 146. 
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Brie/Distorse OEt t e CrF 
c., x6 x, 9, 98. 
ROW, PHtLP, d CPoN, 
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Waso, Jobs. T Fifa Set Etg Mdh to tru, 
rflve afd six #s, t6t 9 l. 
WZELK, Tuoms. JIgab fo e, 
=e«. fS97. 88, #. 
DIga offlvea«#a«, . x3, 64, 88, x6, z. 
3 4 . 
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a,si vces, *. x6, *, 37, , 
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